fall cleaning

I just wiped my closet wardrobe free of the clothes that I don't wear. It's quite amazing how much I don't wear or outfits that I'm hesitant about wearing.  And it makes me wonder why I bought everything... I'm not the 17 year old fashion addict that I was and I bought most of this last year.  What shall I do... what shall I do...

• I keep on toying with the idea of having a bargain-bin-free-for-all when I return to SC so that my friends can get the clothes I don't wear... buuuuut that means I'll have to ship my clothes back to SC and that's too expensive. 
•  I could take it to a consignment store and get a little bit of money for it. But I might end up feeling unsettled with what I'll be getting for what I spent on it (does that make any sense?)
  
• I'm looking into donating my clothes to thrift shops that are sending their proceeds to special causes (AIDs relief, Cancer research, homeless shelters, etc).  It's amazing how many there are in NYC but I feel as if I need to do research on these places.  Some of them seem so bourgie (pronunciation: bu-zhee; meaning: bourgeoisie); for instance, there's a consignment shop that requests "designer women's clothing" uhhh... the only thing that's designer in my closet are a couple of dresses from Macy's.  I didn't know that the art of donating is so selective.
• OH! I just realized that I think my church does donations. Plus, it's down the street and 24/7. UMM, yeah, I'm going do that.

I'm also looking through the books that I have with me here in NYC.  I love my books; albeit, I haven't finished all of them. I should donate those too. But I love my books so much and I want to add them to my library (which, once I actually get my own space that I can decorate, will be my favorite place to be ever).  But these books aren't mine (as in, they, like everything else, belong to God) and it's troubling to keep them and know that they're not helping me in any sort of way.  I think these mixed emotions are a product of my feelings for Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance... The book is very interesting and it's an easy read.  But it's not helping me with my life. In any way. At all.  It's pretty unsettling to stop reading the poor book halfway through but I need something that'll help me grow emotionally and spiritually.  Philosophy vis-a-vis motorcycle maintenance isn't doing that.

A coworker of mine told me about an artist that she saw in concert and how beautiful her voice is. Her name is Sharon von Etten and she's residing in Brooklyn.  I've pretty much been listening to her nonstop too.  Her voice is so hauntingly beautiful.  She looks so frail but has this weird/mysterious sense of strength.  I'm very intrigued. Below is a video of her singing a la secret garden in Manhattan.