Do you ever stop and think about the things we hold on to? Whether it's a piece of old clothing or past heartaches, in the end it's nothing more then spare baggage, cluttering up our hearts and taking up precious space in our closets.
Over the past 25 years I've been able to let go of much of my emotional baggage (and let me tell you, "There was a LOT"), but I somehow can't let go of the old clothes. Do I really think I'll ever be able to squeeze my fluffy body back into my size 1 jeans? I DON'T THINK SO!!!
Then why can't I just let them go?
What do you hold onto from the past? I'd be curious to know ;-).