There’s something sacred about spring. A new season, a fresh breeze — or maybe God Himself — saying, “It’s time.” Time to begin again. Time to declutter. Time to breathe.
For the last few years, I’ve been staring at my closet knowing it was time to do something about it. Packed wall-to-wall with clothing and shoes, it had become a monument to the past — a crowded timeline of who I used to be, mixed with stuff I might wear again but probably never will.
This year, I finally dove in.
And let me tell you… it was hilarious.
Right off the bat, I found a pair of Guess? jeans.
Yes, those Guess? jeans. More like “Guess why I thought I still needed these?”
Then came a Polo shirt from Orbach’s, which practically screamed 1988 Polo or Drakkar cologne and awkward high school dances. If I put it on today, it might disintegrate under the weight of my adult responsibilities.
But the best finds?
A pair of Vaurnet France sunglasses from 1986 — which, at the time, made me feel like the star of a European ski movie.
And then… the crown jewel of questionable fashion choices:
My red leather "Beat It" jacket from the Merry-Go-Round that I bought in 1984— complete with more zippers than any human needs.
Seriously, what was I thinking? Was I planning to moonwalk through life or just break out into a choreographed dance battle in the middle of the food court?
My closet had become less wardrobe and more time capsule. A tribute to past phases, fashion flops, and forgotten versions of myself.
But as I started letting go of piece after piece — something shifted. I felt lighter. Freer. Like each item I released was making space for something deeper.
Then, as I was on the treadmill processing all of this, I queued up my favorite podcast — Ed Mylett. And wouldn’t you know it? The episode was about the exact same thing: spring cleaning your closet and your life.
Ed said something that really stuck:
“Clutter in your environment is often a reflection of clutter in your mind.”
That hit hard.
Because the truth is, I wasn’t just holding on to old jeans. I was holding on to old pain, past mistakes, resentments, and versions of myself that I’ve already outgrown.
So I’ve been learning — sometimes the hard way — to let go.
To let go of the things that no longer serve me.
To let go of people who’ve wronged me — not for their sake, but for mine.
To let go of the need to always be right, or always be strong.
To let go of the belief that I have to carry everything by myself.
Letting go can feel scary. But what I’ve found is that it’s also incredibly freeing.
It’s like dropping a weight you didn’t know you were carrying.
It’s like finally taking a deep breath in a room that’s been cluttered with noise.
Ecclesiastes 3:6 says:
“A time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away.”
There’s wisdom in knowing the difference.
And now, every time I open my closet, I see space — not just for new clothes, but for a new mindset.
A new season.
A new me.
Isaiah 43:18-19 reminds us:
“Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?”
Sometimes, spring cleaning isn’t about cleaning at all — it’s about clearing the way for what God wants to do next.
So whether it’s an old pair of jeans, a toxic mindset, a grudge, or a red leather jacket from Merry-Go-Round that’s seen better days — let it go.
Make room for peace.
Make room for purpose.
Make room for joy.
And above all, make room for the next chapter God is writing in your life.
Let go. Let God. And let the new begin.
Wyatt Poindexter - The Agency
