I started sorting clothes fifteen minutes before the clothing drive ended with visions of hauling my jumpers and skirts off the hangers and stuffing them in garbage bags. I could almost feel the joy of that empty closet. Since I’d lost weight, those jumpers had hung off me like feed sacks. Now that I’m retiring I have more dressy clothes than I can use. I know the arguments–that it’s not good to hoard, that someone less fortunate can use them, that I’ll be clearing space for the new adventure. But I felt my chest getting tight, my mind fogging over.
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