Everyday, I would stand in the closet I share with my husband and just stare at my clothes. For five minutes I would be completely stationary and let my mind run this phrase over and over again: “I have absolutely nothing to wear.” Which was completely false. I had more than enough clothes that I could have worn to work. Instead I always settled for what I had worn last week (even though we could have gone a month without washing clothes). I’ve always had this problem of buying clothes on an almost weekly basis. For several years, my lunch break activity would either be to go to Target and…