It's a fact that I don't want to accept, but it's true. I have too many clothes, and I'm becoming overwhelmed.
Part of it is my small studio apartment - there's just not enough room. Part of it is my love of shopping. Part of it is my fascination with fashion and style.
But however you look at it, I have too many.
For a while I was working hard on getting rid of stuff. And I did. A lot of stuff. But I still have too much, and I've hit a roadblock. I just don't want to part with my things. I don't want to get rid of stuff. I don't know where to start.
And then I left a load of laundry in the laundry room too long and someone threw it away.
I didn't discover it until last night when I was trying to figure out where I had put my Thinx underwear (if you don't know what they are, check them out. They have changed my relationship with my period forever!) And then I realized. I forgot to empty out my third washer when I did laundry a week ago. So I ran downstairs to see if it was still there, and it wasn't. My laundry was gone.
Now I would be lying if I said I wasn't mad about it. I'm mad, it's true.
But let's stop to think about this: it took me an entire week to realize that these clothes were missing. And even then, I'm not exactly sure just what I lost.
What does it say about my relationship with stuff, if I'm so upset about losing a few pairs of underwear and maybe a pair of jeans? (I still have probably 5 other pairs).
Some things, like the Thinx, are easily replaceable. But even if I can't replace it all, what really matters, at the end of the day? I'm healthy, happy, and in love. I have a loving family and friends. I have a roof over my head and clothes to keep me warm in the winter. Not to mention an entire closet still filled with clothes.
At the end of the day, it's just stuff. And quite frankly, I probably have too much of it.
Theres still a chance that I will find my underwear hidden in some drawer somewhere in my apartment. But in the meantime, I'm going to start looking at the clothes I do have in a different light.
I needed a lesson on materialism, and I got it.
Just another way that the universe is looking out for me, whether I like it or not.