I discarded four bags of clothes I no longer wear and forgot I owned today thinking that would make my closet and room suddenly become uncluttered. It looks worse. Like a bomb inside of a tornado happened in my room. That’s the thing about purging: it takes time to rebuild what has been destroyed and discarded. It’s no different with life: it takes time to rebuild what has been destroyed and discarded. The old makes room for the new and the entire process will render everything changed and new. In the newness, something different must emerge, which is why growth is often a painful process. My room looks bad now so it can look differently, reflecting the change I’ve gone through. Gotta make space for the new.