
For as long as I can remember, I've been collecting things.
Books that I planned to read "someday" (that are still collecting dust on my TBR pile).
Clothes that might come back in style (thank god I kept my ballet flats).
And countless other "just in case" items that seem to multiply overnight.
I'm not quite at the level of the TV show Hoarders but when I compared my situation to my minimalist housemate, it wasn't pretty.
But until recently, every time I'd attempt to declutter, I'd end up staring at my possessions, paralysed by indecision.
What if I need this one day?
But I paid good money for this.
Skinny jeans will have a renaissance one day! (How wrong I was).
These thoughts would cycle through my mind until, overwhelmed, I'd give up and close the wardrobe door, promising to tackle it "next weekend".
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