its 47 days to christmas and its hard to ignore that another year has escaped me. in the veil of a calm dark sky, i'm writing mental lists of things i'd like to resolve before the year is up. the resolve to declutter started last week when i finally unpacked two boxes i've never unpacked in my bedroom. its true what they say -- you probably don't need it if you haven't looked at it. and you wonder why you hang on to things in the first place. besides finding some precious photographs, the rest was pretty discardable.

but like all closet hoarders, i hang on to some things with the mental note that it might come in handy one day. its like all those phone numbers you find on your mobile phone of people you wouldn't even think about calling. or in some cases, don't even remember who they are. decluttering is a therapeutic and unnerving process at the same time. sometimes you wonder why you hold on to things that are hard to let go of. how the sight of something you once cherished, can be easily binned now.

decluttering has shifted from a physical to emotional place these two weeks. its like finding the secret store of courage to close off chapters and prioritise things to do.

its that border between freedom [knowing you can confidently declutter], silliness [wondering why you've held onto it] and being unfashionable [let this will never come back and even if it does, you won't use or wear it].

disclaimer: this isn't a picture of my apartment.