I've been feeling the serious urge to purge lately. I don't know if it's because of fall, or something about the wedding, or something else. I've ruthlessly ripped through my closet, reducing my wardrobe by half. Dresses I've never worn but felt too guilty to give away, purses I haven't used in years, T-shirts I've kept for sentimental value. It's scary, because I'm afraid I'll change my mind, but it feels good.
I'm moving on to the house now, to the furniture that we bought in our super-poor post-college phase, particle-board and yard sale stuff that makes me cringe every time I look at it. Gone. Next step is my office, the paperwork and postcards and magazines I've held on to but never even look at. Not even Facebook and Twitter are safe.
Like I said, it's scary. I'm afraid I'll really need something or miss something down the road, or that my life will feel empty. But every time I commit to letting something go, I breathe a little easier.