The older I get... the less old clothes fit

I can't believe it's almost been a year since the last time I wrote something. I actually have one sitting in archives that I never published. Perhaps I should make that happen...

Anyway, back to the moral of today's story. One week from today I turn 29. Am I excited? Not really. Am I sad my 20's are coming to an end? It's not that either. Actually I'd like to strike my first statement from the record. I can believe it's almost been a year since the last time I wrote something. Not because I haven't had funny tragic dating stories to share or hilariously embarrassing experiences to reveal, but because I've been busy focusing on me.

I was recently going through my closet and all I can say is that I'm starting over. I have classic pieces that aren't going anywhere but there were also a lot of items that didn't fit anymore. I put those in two (huge) piles - things that needed to be tailored and things that needed to be donated to a worthy cause. And then it hit me... I remembered my girl telling me that some friends are like clothes that you outgrow. No matter how much you try to squeeze them in or make them fit it won't work. You have to let them go.

I admit some people have been harder to release than others but it hurt me so much more keeping them around.

I grabbed the jeans in the back of my closet that I was dying to get into. Maybe my waist got a bit bigger. Better yet, maybe my comprehension grew a lot wider. Either way, I've realized who my classics are, who my alterations will be (mending broken fences), and who needs to be reduced, reused or recycled and donated to benefit the worthiest of all causes: ME.