Pajamas, Procrastination & Four Bags Later
Pajamas, Procrastination & Four Bags Later
I woke up today with every intention of tackling the estate paperwork. But as the morning stretched on, I found myself still in my pajamas, staring at the growing list of "to-dos" I just couldn’t bring myself to face.
So I did what I do when the weight of grief feels too heavy—something else entirely. I opened my closet.
One random decision turned into four bags of clothes ready to donate. It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t structured. It wasn’t even logical. But somehow, sorting through my wardrobe felt like sorting through a few emotions, too.
There’s something oddly comforting about choosing what to let go of when so much feels out of my control. A little order in the middle of emotional chaos. It doesn’t make me crazy—it makes me me.
Still in pajamas. Still procrastinating the big stuff. But also, still moving forward… in my own way.
Because here’s the truth:
Grief doesn’t always look like tears or quiet reflection. Sometimes it looks like laundry. Or a clean closet. Or a box of old linens finally packed away. Shifting physical things can shift emotional weight. Sorting what stays and what goes in our external spaces often mirrors the internal work our hearts are too tender to face head-on.
This kind of movement—though it seems small—isn’t avoidance. It’s a language. It’s saying: I’m still here. I’m still trying. I’m still healing.
It’s okay if grief doesn’t show up in perfect stages. Sometimes it shows up as a woman in Snoopy pajamas with four bags of clothes and a soul trying to breathe under the heaviness of responsibility, memory, and loss.
So if all you can do today is clean out one drawer or sweep a corner of your mind through motion—let that be enough.
You’re not failing.
You’re processing.
You’re healing.
“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens… a time to keep and a time to throw away.”
— Ecclesiastes 3:1,6
“Sometimes the smallest step in the right direction ends up being the biggest step of your life. Tiptoe if you must, but take the step.”
— Naeem Callaway
Rooted in depth, layered in grace.