So I stopped folding laundry for over a week. My Fiancé started telling me he feared being caught in an avalanche from the clothes mountain forming in the laundry room. I was finally down to my last pair of underwear and looking for an outfit to wear, so I threw on some PJs. I emptied my drawers and cleared my closet of all the clothes that don’t fit, or clothes I don’t want to wear anymore. It was a large pile! I asked my Fiancé to do the same, but his pile was much much smaller. I suppose guys just don’t accumulate clothes…
I then drove it over to the local clothes donation box in the Metro parking lot. It made me feel happy. Some of those clothes have been with me for years, and I loved them. Knowing they would be worn again was great.