In 2009, I wrote about my lack of appreciation during the welcoming of a new year. But a yearly tradition I do continue to uphold involves immaculately cleaning out my closet, diving into the the messy piles of old shirts and jeans stuffed onto the shelves, ridding myself of whatever I don't wear anymore. And every year, there are always a few particular items that I cannot bear to part with, knowing that they will never be worn again, and that they only take up dire space. Yet, my attachment remains undaunted. But come 2010, and I noticed one thing. That tiered, ruffled dress? It doesn't fit. Those teal skinnies? Not my color. That infamous patched-up denim vest? Not me.
And to be perfectly honest, it really isn't that I don't fit into these clothes, or that they're unflattering. They're all very me, but something just isn't right.
And with all the things that have recently occurred, things just feel different. I am different. The things I have prioritized before are now secondary. Favorite pastimes are now looked down upon disapprovingly. Habits are well on their way to being broken. Because those things don't relate to this self anymore.
With that being said, I'll see you. Hello 2010.
mkp.
