Out with the old and in with the new.
With Susan's help, I'm off to an auspicious start. She was brutal as she ripped through my closets.
"Are you kidding me? Look at the pit stains on this."
"I've always hated this dress. There's no shape to it."
"Look at how that's all pilled up - do you still wear that? Please don't tell me you wear that."
She flew through both closets and built four stacks of clothes on the end of my bed. I knew it needed to be done, but I just didn't have the strength to do it. Now I'm ready to take on the new year.
A fresh start. And clean closets.