So it’s time to hear all your juciest secrets….I want to know, what’s the strangest thing you’ve ever “hoarded?”

For me, it was my hair.

Not in a gross way. I didn’t keep it in a jar or anything. But for most of my life (until I started my organizing business, actually) I had very long hair and kept the length somewhere between my bra strap and my bottom. I felt it was feminine and pretty, but the truth is, I don’t spend a lot of time on beauty and I didn’t condition or cut it as often as I should, so it would get greasy at the top, fried in the middle, and dry with split ends on the bottom. And as I got older and decided not to waste my time styling it since it took so long to dry, I’d began just washing it and pulling it back into a floppy bun. I even went to work this way. But I didn’t realize how that aged me because I thought as long as my hair was long and feminine, I looked good, even if it was in a knot on my head.

The truth is, I was hiding behind my hair. Literallly. It was long enough that I could let it down and it would cover my shoulders and arms, so it was like a warm jacket. But I already had jackets, so I decided it was time for a makeover.

I cut off my hair and LOVED it! In less than 10 minutes I can have hair that’s now more stylish. I decided to take this new freedom a step further and do a face makeover, and apparantly I was just in time. I told an Ulta store clerk my age and she gasped an “OH!” in that way people do when they find out someone’s just died, and said, “Honey, come with me!” She introduced me to another clerk and they shoved me into a chair and began dabbing me with gooey cotton balls & stingy toners, dusting me with powders, and dabbing on all kinds of shimmery glossy things. It was a whirlwind, but I felt like Cindy Crawford when I walked out of there. Well, Cindy Crawford with $200 worth of beauty products.

But it was worth it. So now I want to know, what’s the strangest thing you’ve held on to and why? What have you let go of that made you feel free?