Before I was mommy, I had a job. You know, like a real job.. not this I-sit-on-the-couch-all-day-eating-bon-bons-because-being-a-mommy-to-two-little-people-is-super-simple funny business. I worked in an office. I sat at a desk. I wore responsible, working, grown-up clothes. I had a commute. Blah blah. So five years ago. Literally.
I still have a lot of those clothes sitting in the back of my closet, because I have no reason to wear them anymore. I thought I was going to go back to work after Lily was born, but then I didn't. And didn't. And then there was Noah. And now I'm still not.
Most of the things are five to ten years old. But, if I do go back to working in an office will I want to be wearing clothes that are 5, 10, 15 or more years old? Or will I want nice, new clothes? With new, happy vibes and not old miserable vibes from a job I hated.
I have a hard time letting go of clothes that fit- because they've already been paid for, I have them, I could wear them. And in some ways it does make sense to just hold on to them rather than having to rebuy something similar. But who knows what kinds of things I will want to be wearing if or when that time comes. Maybe the kinds of clothes I already have- or maybe not.
Then there is the desire/goal that all those clothes will someday be just a little bit too big for me. And that is what is motivating me, more than anything else, to let this stuff go.
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