Exploding Closet

For some odd reason I decided it was the perfect time of the year to clean out my closet.  What in the hell was I thinking?????? Looks like a Goodwill store exploded.  Stacks of clothes and shoes, boxes of who knows what (and why did I save it). We have the stack of pants, jeans and capris that fall under the "you are never going to get your fat ass into those again so don't even try," as well as the "why in the hell did I buy this in the first place" items. I'm also wondering about the guitar.  Seriously, been ages since I strummed a note and I'm not good at all. Took lessons in my early teens and hated it.  Why have I kept it? Just because OR simply hoping that someday I'll find inspiration and learn to play. Better yet will it get the heave ho?  Now there's the question.  Right now it's 50-50.  I've lived here for a long time and have never put up a Xmas tree so why do I have a Xmas tree holder?  I have a ten speed blue Schwinn that I haven't ridden since Carter was in office. Why is it my closet?  What's the old Smith Corona typewriter doing in there? And I'm thinking the rolls of Xmas wrapping paper are as old as St Nick. But the grand prize winner are the softball cleats. You heard me.....soft ball cleats.  Doesn't EVERY 58 year old woman have them??!!  I've heard there's a show on the tube called "Hoarders."  I'm wondering if I'm one. This is madness.