After months of procrastination, I finally started cleaning out closets. Actually, I cleaned out nothing. When I started opening boxes and containers, they were so filled with memories I couldn't throw anything away.
I have things I've saved since I was in elementary school and there was no way I was going to part with my 26 year-old son's first pair of flip-flops, Michael Jackson belt or Pink Panther stuffed toy.
Instead, I just rearranged the closet. The only things I threw away were empty boxes I had saved in case I needed to return something if it turned out to be defective. It looks much better and, having gone through all the containers, I don't feel guilty anymore about the closet being so full.
I heard a line in a movie (or a television show or I read it in a book) that applies to my day today: It's not the work that slows you down. It's the memories.
Maybe, I'll have better luck with the hall closet...