Making Space

As we step into the booze-fueled debachery that are the Holidays, I’m tempted to write you a cheesy post about being happy solo, wearing glittery Dries while hooking up with random strangers, cuffing it up with your tennis instructor, and generally having all the fun a human being can while consuming their weight in spiced eggnog. Except, you’ve heard it all before. And so, I propose that we take it one step further and start focusing on what is more beneficial to us in the long run:

Making space.

The more I speak to people, particularly women, the more I see how cluttered out lives tend to get, with exes and old flames and new flames and reminders of boyfriends current and past, buzzing in our brains and in our cell phones and our social media accounts like pesky little mosquitoes who’s bites don’t sting as much as they irritate and drive us mental. What we don’t realize is that all this stuff (and that’s all that it is – baggage, stuff), may seem completely harmless, but is actually nothing but polluted, stagnant energy that we are carrying around with us, inadvertently blocking out the novelty that may be lingering to get in. Moving on to another cliché, think of it as your closet. If you are drowning in mountains of shitty Zara and H&M and sample sale crap that you never even wanted, but got on a whim, how do will you know what you have and what you need? How will you have your priorities in place when you stumble across that oh-so-perfect investment Stella McCartney piece that will make your life complete? Unless you clean out that shitshow pronto, you will simply keep buying the same old crap, a completely unrewarding and unfruitful endeavor in the long run.

And so, with just 20-ish days left until 2015 rolls into 2016, start cleaning out your closet. Start deleting numbers, messages, even photos, those same ones you re-read and flip through while listening to Adele holler “Hello” in the background. Start ignoring the booty calls, the half-ass non-efforts, the mental anchors and the man-mirages who pop in and out of your life, yielding nothing but confusion and disappointment. Start thinking about how you are going to make way in your life for the new, the thrilling, the unexpected, the stuff that makes you wake up every day and think “who would have known”? Start thinking about what makes you happy – truly happy – and how you are going to make the pursuit of this very happiness your priority. Start getting ready to fall flat on your face in the process. But, at least, there will be space to fall.