Simplify Your Closet, Simplify Your Life

I came home in a cleaning mood today. It's a rare occasion, so when it happens, I take advantage. I reorganized every nook and cranny in our apartment. We have a small apartment but you'd be surprised what a pack rat like me can cram! For some reason, cleaning out my closet puts me in the best mood. I can physically see results (a large pile of unwanted or unneeded clothes and accessories). I even went through our office space and spare closet and under the bed. I now have a pile of unwanted items in my front closet....sadly, not quite enough for a yard sale. Maybe I can ship them down to Arkansas and bum a table at a willing loved one's yard sale. Any takers? Haha. I do know I can sell the books at a used book store up here...unless anyone's interested in various Cliff's Notes, cookbooks, or Acting for Dummies? I'll probably donate the clothes. I do have a heart....for the needy. I had idea for some of my more girly and colorful clothes and accessories. I'm putting them in a large tote bag for my nieces to play dress-up with when they come to visit. They're girly girls and love going through my stuff.....so now they have stuff they're allowed to go through. Knowing them, I'll probably still need to hide my makeup though. I hope they like it because I'm excited and I know I would have loved it when I was young.
I know it sounds crazy, but I really feel like un-cluttering my closet = un-cluttering my brain. I feel like I'm moving on and saying goodbye to the past. I feel like I'm clearing my mind for my next big adventure.  I may not fit into those jeans anymore but I'm happy with myself. I also have fun looking at things like this horrible red suit I own (well not anymore...I may see a homeless person in it soon). My main question is: WHAT WAS I THINKING AND WHY DID I HANG ON TO IT SO LONG?? It even has a red flower on the lapel. What interview would ever call for such atrocious attire? The craziest part is that I cannot for the life of me remember buying it. It just seems like it's been in my closet my whole life and I've been afraid to part with it. Maybe it's haunted and I've gotten rid of it before but it kept reappearing. We'll find out soon. Is it terrible to donate such an awful suit? I mean I know "beggars can't be choosers"......but this would be just plain mean. Maybe it will find a loving home with some eccentric old lady who owns lots of cats.