She says, Marie Kondo does that the magic of tidying up is to discard.
Why is this so monumental a task for me?
Why do I attach to objects that seem so trivial?
What is preventing me from throwing stuff out?
I’ve been listening to The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up and I am getting pumped to just Nike Up aleady.
But my stuff’s been with me for so long and there’s sooooo much of it.
I pop the CD on in the car to listen and soak up what she says.
I visualize my de-cluttered space.
I must start according to category not room.
I will only have to tidy up once in my lifetime.
How can that be?
Because, says Marie that after you tidy up your life you will never get untidy again.
The idea of it fascinates me.
I am not tidy. I’ve narrowed my untidyness down to my kitchen, my “back room,” and my classroom.
But those 3 spaces are too many.
They clutter my mind with static.
It’s about reflecting on the relationship between me and my possessions
I can’t wait to start…