Out with the old

Folding clothes and I pull this from the basket. I've had this Nike sweatshirt for over 12 years. It's my favorite! I wear it to bed. I wear it out. Yes, I wear it out! Don't judge me! I wore it the day I found out I was pregnant. I had it on the day the mailman hand delivered me a not so great envelope of bad news. A story for another time. It has wiped many of my tears both happy & sad and has cradled my sick girl. As you can see, it has seen better days. The elbows are thin, worn and almost gone. It's now 2-3 sizes too big. The threads are coming undone. The sleeves no longer stay rolled up. It probably should have been tossed many years ago. I now swim in it but it's comfortable. It's my go to! How many things in our lives are like this worn out sweatshirt? Things that we keep going back too? No matter how worn. No matter how much it doesn't fit right. No matter how much we know it's time to get rid of it. We've had it so long, why get rid of it now. Even though at times it brings irritation, we deal with it. It has become a part of us. However, it has served it purpose. It's taking up the space that is meant for something new. Something that fits. And until it's gone, there is no place for the new.