My first impressions of the KonMari Method
I got this book, The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up, in the mail late in the afternoon one day last week, and dropped everything so I could read it in the bathtub.
I finished it later that night, and was immediately more amped than I have ever been to declutter my house, from top to bottom.
I will briefly back up to preface the rest of my story with the following: I know I have too much stuff in my house. I love, love, LOVE reading (and talking and thinking) about decluttering, because if I know anything, I know that my balance of self to stuff is out of whack. What I have not managed to achieve, thus far, is a return to the sweet spot that I know exists. Where I don’t feel like my stuff is a burden. It’s the ever-present journey toward only having what is beautiful, loved and useful.
But of course, it is not easy. (If it was easy, I would not have three years and counting of writing about it, now would I?) Especially when you are starting, as I did, amid a collection of possessions that are a mish-mash mess of hand-me-downs, habitual purchases, well-intentioned gifts, aspirational objects, splurges and other items that can only be properly viewed through a certain amount of emotional baggage and complicated feelings. I could talk for an hour about wedding registries, and how ours was the impetus of clutter problems times ten. But I digress.
All this is to say, it has been on my list—for years, now—to purge and organize the entire house, top to bottom. It is on my list of goals, annually, as The Great Purge, but I haven’t been able to actually do it.