As most of you know, I started what I lovingly refer to as The Project To End All Projects at the beginning of this year. I am (attempting) to purge/organize/inventory/spring clean my entire house one room at a time.
When I last wrote about The Project, I had just finished my bookshelves and had hoped to be through my bedroom by March. Well...that didn't quite happen.
After the bookshelves, I was moving along nicely. I finished the rest of my den. I tackled my linen closet (and instituted that Pinterest tip I've seen three million times of putting the sheet set inside the matching pillow case!). Then I moved onto the bathroom, which wasn't that big of an issue anyway.
Honestly, I was in a hurry to get to my closet. Spring came early this year and I was hoping to combine The Project with switching out my winter clothes for warmer weather gear. However, I got in a bit of a hurry and I don't think I did as good of a job as I should have. I got rid of several bags of clothes, which is a major accomplishment for me. Usually, I would just switch out everything I own without purging anything I had failed to wear. I tried to be ruthless. But...
There are still these.
My suits. My entire suit wardrobe from my previous life as a Capitol Hill legislative aid. Clothes from another life. Since we moved back to Paducah in 2009, I have worn a suit exactly once. I wore a suit to be sworn in to the Kentucky Bar. I was sworn into the Kentucky Bar under the theory that I would be practicing law - a theory that increasiningly seems to be a bit...faulty.
I could practice law. I could need several suits if that ever happens. I could still fit in these suits if that day ever comes.
That is one closet full of could.
I don't know what to do. I feel like if I'm really trying to simplify and pare down then the suits should go. I also feel like I'm not ready to completely say goodbye to my days as a professional. Not really because I long to inhabit that life again but because my current life seems so temporary, so unsettled. Building my life as a mom, building a career as a writer has been exhilarating and exciting - even life affirming.
However, there's a small piece of me that knows if everything falls apart...I could always be a lawyer.
So, the suits stay. A reminder that I haven't figured everything out. A reminder that I will never completely say goodbye to the life I left behind. A reminder that The Project involves so much more than trashbags and storage bins.
~ Sarah Stewart Holland