There is a little building across the street from me. 

I would say six, eight units max. 

I know a few people who live in it. 

Not well, but well enough to wave to or say ‘Hi’ in the grocery store. 

A month or two ago, I saw a for sale sign out front. 

One of the units was for sale. 

Then a ‘Big Bin’ was dropped out front. 

Over the next few days, the bin was filled. 

I put two and two together. 

Whoever had the unit that was for sale was a ‘hoarder.’ 

It was incredible how much came out of that unit. 

The bin overflowed. 

I am telling you this story because I am the total opposite. 

The extreme opposite. 

There is the hoarder at one end of the spectrum, I am at the other. 

It made me think. 

Who has the ‘problem?’ 

Me, or them? 

I can get rid of things the second I don’t find them ‘useful.’ 

I donate, recycle, and pass on to friends. 

Same with my phone. 

Once a photo is seen, deleted. 

I don’t want to ‘carry’ anything extra. 

So? 

Where am I going with this? 

Clothing. 

If I see a piece of clothing I am not wearing, it is immediately donated. 

Like within the hour. 

I love to know that someone is getting a great sweater, a nice pair of pants, or a beautiful shirt. 

I feel good. 

Not for donating, but more so, that I feel ‘lighter.’ 

I mean, literally feel lighter. 

Something is gone that perhaps was weighing me down. 

Haha, okay, so the problem? 

Maybe a month later. 

A year later. 

I will have forgotten I donated that item. 

I will go for it, then remember it is gone. 

I think, ‘You know? I would have loved to have worn that today.’ 

Then I think, ‘You know? Someone else is.’ 

That is all I need to think, and I move on. 

‘The Apartment Across the Street’ 

Insert clothes hanger emoji here. 

‘Wear it OUT’