Many people around me think that I’m organized. I’m here to own it…I’m not. Do I get stuff done in an organized manner? Yes. But as my second practice husband said, “It’s more like organized chaos.”
Once again, I’ve decided it’s time to deal with my house and garage. You see, I have this disease. I often refer to it as House Bulimia. I accumulate crap and then…it’s time to purge. All of it.
I have read systems from books to websites to blogs. I have “pinned” organizational tools. And the story remains: we all have our strengths, and not accumulating crap is not mine.
Last year, some friends read Marie Kondo’s, The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up. It was on the bestseller list, so I thought what the heck..I’m in. Well, it’s only taken about 6 months until I started doing what she said.
Today, as I sit and blog, I sit with clothes surrounding me. Blah!
The 30-year old decluttering consultant certainly has a following, some would say it’s a cult. You are to hold each item in your hands and determine if they spark joy. If not, you are to thank it for service before you throw it away. Old Socks. A dress you wore one time on that horrible date. The shoes that were just “too cute” in the box and at the store…until you wore them one time for more than 32 minutes and wondered if it would be acceptable to crawl the rest of the evening.
The part of the theory that I can embrace is…gather everything, go through it, and only put only back what you want (or gives you joy). What do I do in the meantime? I mean, besides say a prayer that the Producer of the television show Hoarders doesn’t show up at my front door. And…if my doorbell rings, and I attempt to answer it, there is a high possibility that I will trip over the crap, break my neck, not be able to move. How will I get to the door? How will the ambulance be able to get to me? Will I be able to reach the phone? I digress.
Back to my puked up closet. “It will feel better when it’s done. It will feel better when it’s done,” is my mantra. I have to say, I’m sure it will, but so does passing a kidney stone. I don’t want to hold things and see if they bring joy. If it brings joy…it brings emotions. I don’t want to go through some stuff because emotions and memories in my closet are not always joy. …o.k…it will feel better when it’s done.
And, I just read that Marie Kondo has now released a new book--Spark Joy. I wonder if I download it and read it this afternoon, if the cleaning fairy would show up and go through this mountain of clothes and crap that lay on my bedroom floor. Now that….would spark joy in me. Hmmm…maybe that is an idea!
Once again, I’ve decided it’s time to deal with my house and garage. You see, I have this disease. I often refer to it as House Bulimia. I accumulate crap and then…it’s time to purge. All of it.
I have read systems from books to websites to blogs. I have “pinned” organizational tools. And the story remains: we all have our strengths, and not accumulating crap is not mine.
Last year, some friends read Marie Kondo’s, The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up. It was on the bestseller list, so I thought what the heck..I’m in. Well, it’s only taken about 6 months until I started doing what she said.
Today, as I sit and blog, I sit with clothes surrounding me. Blah!
The 30-year old decluttering consultant certainly has a following, some would say it’s a cult. You are to hold each item in your hands and determine if they spark joy. If not, you are to thank it for service before you throw it away. Old Socks. A dress you wore one time on that horrible date. The shoes that were just “too cute” in the box and at the store…until you wore them one time for more than 32 minutes and wondered if it would be acceptable to crawl the rest of the evening.
The part of the theory that I can embrace is…gather everything, go through it, and only put only back what you want (or gives you joy). What do I do in the meantime? I mean, besides say a prayer that the Producer of the television show Hoarders doesn’t show up at my front door. And…if my doorbell rings, and I attempt to answer it, there is a high possibility that I will trip over the crap, break my neck, not be able to move. How will I get to the door? How will the ambulance be able to get to me? Will I be able to reach the phone? I digress.
Back to my puked up closet. “It will feel better when it’s done. It will feel better when it’s done,” is my mantra. I have to say, I’m sure it will, but so does passing a kidney stone. I don’t want to hold things and see if they bring joy. If it brings joy…it brings emotions. I don’t want to go through some stuff because emotions and memories in my closet are not always joy. …o.k…it will feel better when it’s done.
And, I just read that Marie Kondo has now released a new book--Spark Joy. I wonder if I download it and read it this afternoon, if the cleaning fairy would show up and go through this mountain of clothes and crap that lay on my bedroom floor. Now that….would spark joy in me. Hmmm…maybe that is an idea!