Why is it that when women start cleaning up they get an attitude? lol

I’ve been redoing my closet since I moved into my new apartment, and honestly? It’s been a process. Not the fun, Pinterest-worthy, aesthetic kind of process either—the frustrating, why-did-I-even-move kind. One of the biggest reasons for my delay? My movers completely broke my dresser, and I’m still waiting on a replacement. But another reason I didn’t realize until recently? Every time I start going through my clothes, my mood shifts. And not in a good way.

See, the thing is—my wardrobe is stuck between many fashion eras and I also can’t fit more than half of the items in my closet to even work around it.

At first, I didn’t even make the connection between my irritation and the clothes. I’d start sorting, get overwhelmed, and then suddenly be in a whole attitude. And I just chalked it up to being tired of waiting for my dresser or being annoyed that my closet still wasn’t organized. But then it hit me—every time I picked up an outfit I used to love, I felt a little loss. Some things don’t fit because my body changed. Some things don’t fit because my lifestyle changed. And some things? They just don’t fit the version of me that’s standing here right now. And that stings a little.

Cleaning is never just about cleaning. It’s about processing. It’s about seeing the things you’ve held onto, the things you’ve outgrown, and the things that don’t align with who you are anymore. And when you’re forced to sit in that reality, of course, the mood changes! Of course, irritation creeps in! It’s not just about clothes—it’s about how we see ourselves, what we expected, and what actually is.

So now, instead of fighting the feeling, I’m choosing to shift the perspective. Instead of focusing on what doesn’t fit, I’m seeing this as a chance to curate a wardrobe that actually makes me feel good right now. No more holding onto clothes out of guilt. No more letting my closet be a museum for versions of me that I’ve moved on from. If it doesn’t fit my body, my energy, or my life anymore? It’s time to let it go.

And when that dresser finally comes? It’s only getting filled with pieces that make me feel like the baddest version of myself. Period.

Xoxo, Drea

ps. remind me to tell you about how Pilates class goes tonight.