It's like doing the running man in wet cement.
Now Doc, what does this all mean?
After having this nightmare, I usually go straight to my closet upon waking and begin scrutinizing each item within. I start this endeavor with every intention of bringing at least half to Goodwill.
Oh.. but what about this?
Remember that?
I can't part with this one!
And before you know it, I've decided to donate two tops and one pair of shoes that never fit in the first place. I bag them up, put them by the door and a week later, when I still haven't made it to the donation center, I change my mind about the tops and hang them back up in a closet full of clothes that hardly ever make it out.
It's like a prison. For clothing. Free the Apparel!
Unfortunately, clothes are just the beginning of my clutter problems, but slowly, very slowly, I'm getting better.
For instance, there has been a Goodwill pile by the door for months now that I haven't gone back into.
Although...
now that I think about it...

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