I spent the day running errands and cleaning out my closet. Before, I was so keen on the idea of holding onto things. Anything that ended up in my apartment really. Now, for some reason, I feel like I’ve trained my brain to learn to let go. I think about when and why I might wear a clothing piece. I take into account whether or not I’ve worn it in the past year as well. Minimalism is still a bit far reach for me, but at least I can do away with most things for the right reasons. It always clears my mind a bit whenever I clean or organize as though I’m literally lifting off some weight.