Let It Burn

A few weeks ago, I felt a strong urge to purge, and I pulled all of the clothes and accessories I own, from every drawer and closet in my house, and threw it all into a pile on the floor. In that moment, my heart’s desire was to burn everything, burn it all down, and start over. I thought about my neighbors back in Tennessee, remembering my shock, watching them have huge bonfires in their backyards, burning clothes, furniture, car parts, trash, and lord knows what else. Obviously this would never fly in California. I ended up selling some of it, donating most of it, and holding on, only to the things that I actually, really want to wear.

I had a sense that my life was about to change. I can always feel when a big, energetic shift is occurring, and it excites me. I love change. I want things to be different all the time, always expanding, always morphing. I get so bored and antsy when the scenery stays the same. My therapist tells me it’s an addiction to chaos. (I’m working on it.)