The dreaded purge

Every year there comes a time, a dreadful time, when I need to muster enough energy to tackle the worst of tasks — the closet purge. I can’t explain why I struggle with this. I have never been diagnosed with any sort of obsessive compulsive disorder and I can’t say I have any sentimental attachment to any article of clothing or shoes or random knick-knacks that resides inside this tiny space. Continue reading