The Dreamer's Pen

Today I took an enormous carload (literally packed from floor to ceiling ) of clothes to charity. I know it probably sounds simple, but it was honestly one of the hardest things I’ve done in a really long time.

Handing over those bags felt like letting go of pieces of myself.

And now, I’ll be honest, I feel really empty inside. I know they’re just clothes, but they represented so much more. It feels like I said goodbye to entire eras of my life.

Now I’m standing in front of my closet, realizing I have to start over. I’m literally on the hunt for a new wardrobe. One that fits who I am now and that’s proving to be so challenging. Not just because of the clothes themselves, but because I’m still figuring out who this new version of me is.

Letting go isn’t just about stuff. It’s about identity. It’s about learning to hold the memories while still making room for what’s next.

I don’t have it all figured out yet, not even close, but I’m trying.