I really resonate with this today. In fact, I have three bags for the thrift store in the trunk of my car.
Something shifted over the past week and I seem to have reached an inner limit. It’s suddenly not okay to hang on to items that I haven’t touched in years. I’m tired of the space they take up — both physically and in my psyche.
It’s also meant talking back to my inner critic and resisting self-recrimination. It’s meant forgiving myself for thinking I would use something or wear something…and being wrong.
Three bags is barely a start but hopefully I’ll be able to keep it up, a little bit at a time.