Out With the Old...

I was watching a friend clean out the kitchen at her office last week. She was AMAZING. Ruthless, determined, unwavering. It was awesome to behold. Armed with a lawn and leaf sized trashbag she went through those cabinets and cupboards like this was an Olympic event and the clock was running. She was woman with a mission – tossing, throwing, pitching.

She glanced at expiration dates and tossed old prepared meals, spices, diet powders with aplomb. The more she threw out the faster she went. At times I swear I never saw her hands move.

As she finished one cabinet up high she’d scoot her stepstool over to the next and start it again. I watched dumbfounded (c’mon, purging is a one-woman job). She never hesitated. She moved with conviction and skill.

As she moved to the pantry I was clapping.

Nothing makes one a more appreciative audience than seeing someone do that which you cannot do. It’s like watching a stunt skier or extreme skateboarder perform death-defying fetes. They have this combination of fearlessness and talent. You know you could never do what they do and you stare, mouth open, in awe.

Today I’m going to tackle my clothes closet. I am hoping to take with me some of what I witnessed the other day. I’m going to model that certainty and confidence. I am going to brandish my trashbags and attack my wardrobe with the same sense of purpose and industry as the kitchen warrior.

Despite all the warnings, I am going to try this at home. Out of my way. You can’t stop me.

Eleanor Roosevelt said: "You must do the things you think you cannot do."

Im going in. Apparently, I must.

It's a New Year. Time to see what I'm made of. Wish me luck!