I received a Xmas parcel from my siblings and another from my best friend. They bought me bags!

I've sent them all another email thanking them for the lovely gesture but begging them to stop gifting me bags as I'm drowning in them!
I need to do a proper count but my collection, that I'm meant to be downsizing, may have just reached 36 bags.

And I have a bag in the donation pile that I may put back into my closet because I've been missing it since I put it aside to donate. I think it's not time to release it just yet. So, 37?
As the year is coming to a close, I find I've still not processed all the people I've lost to covid, cancer and suicide in 2020. How does one grieve for so many all at once? I feel like there's a bear sitting on my chest all the time. I'm thinking it may be wise to find a therapist who specializes in this sort of thing.
On a lighter note, I'm gearing up for 2021 and setting myself up for a successful year (success being healthy and happy, above all else).
In my early 20s I bought far too many clothes because I discovered sample sales and warehouse clearance sales. I ended up with some amazing clothes and designer jeans for as little as $20, but found I accidentally bought far more than I could use.
For the last 6-7 years, I've been creating capsule wardrobes twice a year out of what I already own, consisting of ~30-42 pieces including shoes and accessories. Thankfully my size doesn't really change and my taste has always been tailored clothing in block colours, so everything I bought still works as well now as the day I snapped them up.
I'm going to spend the next few days going through my storage tub and creating my winter and spring capsules. It's always a relaxing process to go through. Shopping my own closet, quite literally. I think I have enough clothes now to last another year and then I'll be shopping a-proper from a store again; that'll be a weird experience when the time comes because it's been so long!
I'm also going to gather up my bags, condition them, and see what I can do to downsize. I'd like to get my collection down to 16 bags in due course. I'm not in a hurry but I do want to get started on it. The problem is that I adore every bag I own right now. Today I used the Brio vintage bag with the beer belly that I posted a while ago, and that thing had me grinning from ear to ear. It's such a charming bag and I didn't know I'd love using it so much.
I'm at a point where all my bags make me feel this way but I can't justify the number I own. I think I'll pull my least favourite bags to use over the next few months, then try to release them all in one go. One last season with them before I let someone else enjoy them.
For next year, I'd like to allow myself one more bag (probably in yellow or orange because I don't have either) but I may decide not to add any at all seeing as the total number I own is so much higher than I'd like it to be. Time will tell because my brain doesn't always kick in when I'm eyeing my next pretty!
Edit: Did a quick count. 38 bags!
