On the car ride back to Chicago yesterday I listened to the book, The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up. I think people raved about this book years ago, per the usual I'm a little late to the game.
But late or not, I am ON BOARD. Just wait.
Given that we have two closets total and literally zero storage, I was just a little skeptical whether or not this book would apply to me. For the most part, I hate clutter and am pretty good about tossing unnecessary things pretty quickly. But Chris will be the first to tell you I am terrible at organization (it's a daily "argument" in our house...) so I figured at the very least this book could with that aspect. I warn any guests in our house never to open a drawer, door, or look under a bed. God only knows what could crashing down on you. Most likely t-shirts.
And so on the painful 68 hour drive from Norfolk, Nebraska to Chicago (which I endure rather than fly only so I can bring my bestie Harlow, duh) I started listening to Marie Kondo's wise words.
Let it be known that there are several parts to this book that are quite boring, and very eye roll worthy. At one point she says, "there is simply nothing more exhilarating than a nicely folded sock." Really Marie, REALLY? We're leading different lives, clearly.
Let me spare you the boring stuff and tell you the most important pieces I took from this book.
*Every item in your house has its place. Put in there, every. single. day.
Especially in the winter when I layer up, I throw my cardigans and scarfs and hats all over the place. Why don't I just put them away? Because I'm lazy. NOT ANYMORE. New life starts today. I'm feeling better already, but mostly because of this second piece of advice:
*When deciding which items to toss, just ask yourself, "does this spark joy in my life?"
Within ten minutes last night I had filled three garbage bags with shoes, clothes, belts and bags. I was starting to feel like a wild woman. Dare I even say, exhilarated?!
It was weird because I realized so many of the clothes I've held onto I did simply out of guilt, which obviously wasn't bringing any good energy into my house.
I've only worn this once so I feel bad. It was a gift, I feel rude tossing it. It's too small, but maybe I'll fit into it again someday....
I tossed it all. My closet holds like 20 things now. And it feels gooooooooood. I can barley write this post because I'm just itching to get to work on the other four rooms in our house.
We have eight margarita glasses in our cupboard that we have taken on every single move with us for the past six years. They're awkward and take up so much space and Chris frequently asks, "why in the hell do we have these?"
"For the fiesta party we MIGHT have some day," I respond.
Not today. Not any day. The marg glasses got to go. They're not bringing me any joy.
The makeup samples I keep for NO REASON, the buttons, the gross hair-ties, the coupons I'll never use, the 100 spatulas in my kitchen drawer, socks without a partner, old scarves, it's all going.
It's probably worth noting here that the organizing part of the book didn't excite me nearly as much as the purging part... I was too busy day dreaming about everything I could get rid of while Marie was spending an entire chapter talking about folding sweaters. I think I'll have to go to back to that section, or perhaps I'll just get rid of everything we own so there will be no need for organization anyway! Yes, that sounds good.
Part two of the drive I listened to, "You Are a Badass: How to Stop Doubting Your Greatness and Start Living an Awesome Life."
So now you know why I've been up since 6 a.m. filling garbage bags while also simultaneously shouting, "I am one with the Universe!"
Because I am nuts.
And today I am picking up on the all good nutty vibes the Universe is sending me. I hope you do too. This is me giving you my good vibes.
Now go toss some shit and have a good day.