anahat nad

I've been on a cleaning frenzy that is nearing its close. I've discarded boxes upon boxes of unnecessary trinkets and straight up junk. I'm cleaning out my belongings in place of clearing out my mind; it's far easier to organize a defined space than to rifle through and sort out months of stashed memories. That said, it feels damn good to be letting everything go. I'm convinced of the theory that letting go only makes room for something far worthwhile. SO: old pants, goodbye, linen pants at Anthropologie that didn't quite make the budget cut - my closet is yours. Welcome.