One day last week after a particularly irritating conversation with my boss, I was in a rotten mood, once again questioning my direction in life and contemplating the future. After taking a shower, I proceeded to get ready for a date night with my guy. I wanted to pick a cute outfit and put on some makeup; just because I was feeling bad, it didn’t mean I had to look it. Well no joke, I stood in front of my closet, staring blankly into it for a good 40 minutes. Even when he arrived, I still hadn’t decided on an outfit to wear. I ended up just choosing a comfortable but plain long sleeved tee and jeans.
I realized a couple of things as I gazed into my mishmosh of stuff. I have a pretty nice sized closet, which spans nearly the entire width of the wall and has multiple shelves – but the contents are sorely lacking. I have a few fabulous pieces here and there, but mostly my wardrobe consists of boring basics and a whole lot of crappy stuff I can’t bring myself to get rid of. I never really buy anything new anymore because I just don’t have the extra space. I have boxes and boxes of folded items that I put out of my mind for months at a time. The hanging rod is sagging from the weight of all the clothes I never wear. And above all, I can’t figure out how to put anything together to make fashion blog-worthy outfits.
Strangely enough, my closet is a metaphor for my life. I have a lot of excess clutter, and I hang onto things I should have tossed ages ago. Therefore I can’t let in anything new. I can tell someone how to style a good look, but I just don’t know how to apply that to myself. Similarly, I have a lot of different dreams and ambitions, but I can’t seem to piece them together to figure out the bigger picture. I drew this conclusion from just staring off into my closet. Yep, it was that kind of day.