If you have fallen short in the new year’s resolution department, I am right there in the boat beside you. I am convinced that after making a lifetime of new year’s resolutions, somehow my life should have been perfect by now.

Every year my main resolution is to de-clutter my life, to let go of things I can’t use. And let me say I am no amateur. I have tackled my clothes closet with a fervor that can only be compared to the enthusiasm Rocky felt while preparing for his big fight against Apollo Creed. Unlike Rocky, I am usually defeated by the clothing items that still have “potential” or might be worn if shoulder pads and bell bottoms emerge as the new trend of 2019.

I did follow the advice from one organizer who suggested removing every item from your closet and trying each one on before allowing it back in the closet. It didn’t take long to discover that if I kept only those items that fit perfectly and made me feel great, I would have absolutely nothing to wear but that gray sweatsuit I wear every day in winter anyway.

I thought I would have better luck tackling my shoes. I was wrong. Shoes evoke such emotion. There are the really pretty ones that squeeze your toes until you are sure they are going to drop off. Then there are the ones you have never worn because you bought them on sale, but somehow, they don’t match anything else, yet. Lastly are the old dependables that just feel good, and you should let them go, but then what would you wear?

I decided to table the shoe issue and moved on to purses, which was by far my best decision of the day. You cannot believe what I found when I started going through them. First, at least $6 in cash, second, that receipt I was looking for so I could return the pair of shoes that didn’t fit right. Sadly, the 30-day return policy expired six months ago. Last but not least, I recovered nine ballpoint pens, four Hershey’s Kisses, two packages of Extra Gum and a tiny lid to something, but what? I have no idea. I am keeping it just in case something shows up without one.

While pondering my clutter dilemma, someone gave me a copy of Marie Kondo’s best seller, “The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up.” After reading just a couple of chapters, I immediately knew why I struggled so discarding things. It wasn’t my fault at all; in fact, according to Marie, my closets and drawers are just filled with “things” that have ceased to bring me joy. They no longer thrill me.

Marie advises embracing the items, thank them for their service, and say goodbye. The only problem is that I really hate to deliver bad news. I’m just a pleaser. And going into the closet, alone, and having to tell that black cocktail dress I’ve worn about 50 times that I don’t love her anymore and that she has to go, well, I just can’t do it.

Maybe if I moved her to the hall closet now, and then later to the closet in the garage, she wouldn’t notice until in the dark of night she found herself in the trunk of my car. Or maybe I’ll just start with some socks …

Diane Blanco
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