 going to declutter and organize!

My book arrived, and I packed it in the pool bag to take to swim team the next day. As my boys swam their laps, I sat by the pool and soaked in all that Marie had to offer. What she had to offer at first was the history of her life as a neat-freak.

“Humph. The first part of this book could use some decluttering of its own,” I thought.

Still, I persevered. There were more and more pictures of beautifully neat desks and lovely closets with space between the hangers and a morally decent number of shoes lined up below showing up daily in my Facebook feed. I wanted beautiful closets.

Or so I thought.

Marie’s “magic of tidying up” relies on you keeping only what “sparks joy” when you hold it in your hand.
Me being a pretty damn joyful person in general makes that a difficult task. The bottle of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles bubbles that is currently sitting out on my built-ins like a relic in a museum brings me no amount of joy. However, it makes my six year old giddy, and seeing him happy brings me immeasurable joy.

Marie wants you to tidy by category, and she recommends starting with your clothes. That’s an easy one for me. I can get rid of clothes like I’m moving to a nudist colony within the week. But the whole idea of holding up every piece of clothing and asking if it brings me joy? No. No, this pair of pants that is two sizes smaller than what I currently wear doesn’t bring me joy. But the thought of getting back into them this year brings me inspiration. And that skirt that I’ve had for 10 years, wear maybe once a year, but I pulled out just last night for a professional interview? Nope. No joy. But I needed it, and I’ll need it again.

The opposite holds true in my sewing room where I horde yards and yards of fabrics that have no discernable purpose. I will make something from them one day. Probably. Or, I could #konmari that room, go through each cabinet and bin, and hold each piece of fabric, feeling the joy it genuinely brings me. At the end of the day, that room is still going to be overflowing with fabric because of all those flying sparks
going to declutter and organize! 

 My book arrived, and I pack it in the pond bag to take to swim team the adjacent day. As my boys swim their lap, I sat by the pond and soaked in all that Marie had to propose. What she had to offer at first was the history of her liveliness as a clean - freak. 

 “ Humph. The first part of this book could use some decluttering of its own, ” I think. 

 Still, I persevered. There were more and more picture of beautifully neat desks and lovely closets with outer space between the hangers and a morally decent number of shoes lined up below prove up daily in my Facebook feed. I wanted beautiful closets. 

 Or so I thought. 

 Marie ’s “ magic trick of tidying up ” trust on you keep only what “ sparks joy ” when you hold it in your hand. 
 Me being a pretty damn joyful person in general make that a difficult task. The bottle of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles bubble that is presently sitting out on my built - ins like a relic in a museum brings me no amount of joy. However, it makes my six year previous giddy, and seeing him happy brings me immeasurable joy. 

 Marie wants you to tidy by category, and she commend starting with your clothes. That ’s an easy one for me. I can get rid of clothes like I ’m move to a nudist colony within the week. But the unharmed idea of holding up every piece of clothing and asking if it brings me joy? No. No, this couple of pants that is two sizes smaller than what I currently wear does n’t bring me joy. But the thought of getting back into them this year bring me inspiration. And that skirt that I ’ve had for 10 years, wear possibly once a year, but I pulled out just last nox for a professional interview? Nope. No joy. But I needed it, and I ’ll need it again. 

 The inverse holds on-key in my sewing room where I horde yards and yards of fabrics that have no discernable purpose. I will make something from them one day. Probably. Or, I could # konmari that room, rifle through each cabinet and bin, and hold each piece of framework, feeling the joy it genuinely brings me. At the end of the day, that room is still going to be bubble over with fabric because of all those flying sparks
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 going to declutter and or ganize!

M y boo k a rri ve d, a nd I  packed it int he p ool bag to take to swi m tea mt he n e xt  day.  As myb oy s swa mth eir  l a ps , I s atby thepool and s oak ed  in all that Ma rie had to  of fer. What sh e h ad toof fer at fi rst  wasthe hi s tory o f her lif ea s a ne a t-freak . 
“ Hump h. The first part of this book coul d useso m ed e clu tte ring of it sown,” I thoug h t. S til l , I persevere d. There we r e m ore an dmor e  pictu res o fb eau tifully nea t de sks and l ovelyc losetsw ith spa ce bet wee n t he h a ng er s a nd a m o ra lly dec ent numb er  o f sho es l i n e d  upbel ow s howin g up daily in  my  Fac e boo k fee d. Iwant ed  beau tifulclose ts .

Or so I thou ght. 

Marie’s  “m ag icof  tidy i ng up”  re lie s on yo u keepi n g o nl y w ha t “sparks joy” whe ny o uhold itin you r  h an d .
Me bei ng  apret t y  damn  joy f ul  personin gen e ra lmakes t ha t a di ff icu lttask. Thebottle  of Teen age M u tant Ninja Tur t les bubbles t h at i sc urre ntl y sitting o ut o n  mybuil t -i nsl ike a  reli ci na  museum brings me n oamount  of j oy. However,it makes m y s ix yearoldg id d y, and seeinghim h appy bring s  me imme asura ble joy. 

Marie w a n ts you t o t idy  by  ca t e go ry, and she r e c omme nd s start ing  with y our  cl oth es.  T hat’s aneasy one  f or  m e.  Ican g e t rid of  c lot he s l ike I ’ m movi ng to  a n ud is t  co lony wi t hi n thewe ek . Bu t t he  whol e id e a o f holdi ng up eve ryp iece  o fclothin g and askingif  it brings  m e j oy? No . No, this  pair of pants that ist wo size s s malle r th an what I  cu rrentl y w e ar doe sn’t b ringme  jo y .  Butt h etho ug ht of gett i n g b ack i nt o th em this  year brings me in s pir ation. And th atskir t th atI ’v e  ha df or1 0  years, wear ma ybe once a  y e ar , but I pu l led  o ut just  last n ightf or a pr ofessiona l intervi ew ? No p e . N o joy. But  I neede d it, and I’lln ee d itaga in.

T he  op posit e hold s  tr ue in  my se wi ng roo m whe re  I horde  yards and yards of fab rics t hat h ave  no disce rna b lepurpose.I wi ll make so met hin g fro m t h em on e da y .Pro b ably.  Or, I could # k on mar i th at room, go t h rou gh ea chc abinet  and  bin, and hold ea c h piece of fab ric, f eel ing thejo y it genuinely  br in g s  me. Atth e end of th e day, t ha t  room  is st ill go ing tob e  o v erflow ingwit h fabricbec au s e of al lth o se fly ingsp arks
 going_to declutter_and organize!

My book arrived,_and I_packed_it in_the_pool bag to_take to swim_team the next day._As my boys_swam_their laps, I sat by the pool and soaked in all that Marie had_to_offer. What_she_had_to offer at first was_the history of her life_as a_neat-freak.

“Humph. The first part of this book could_use_some decluttering of_its own,” I thought.

Still, I persevered. There were more_and more pictures of beautifully neat_desks and lovely_closets_with_space between the hangers_and a morally decent number of_shoes lined up below showing up_daily in my Facebook feed. I wanted_beautiful closets.

Or so I thought.

Marie’s “magic_of tidying up” relies on_you keeping_only what “sparks joy” when_you hold it_in your_hand.
Me being a_pretty damn joyful person in general_makes that a_difficult task. The bottle of Teenage_Mutant_Ninja Turtles bubbles_that_is_currently sitting_out on my_built-ins_like a_relic_in a museum brings me no_amount_of joy. However, it makes my six_year old giddy, and_seeing_him happy brings me_immeasurable joy.

Marie wants you to_tidy by category, and she recommends_starting with_your clothes._That’s an easy one for me. I can get rid of_clothes like I’m moving to a_nudist colony within the_week. But_the_whole idea of_holding_up every_piece of clothing and asking if it_brings me_joy? No. No, this pair of_pants that is two_sizes_smaller than what I currently wear_doesn’t bring me joy. But the_thought of getting back into_them_this_year brings me inspiration. And_that skirt that I’ve had for_10 years, wear_maybe once a year, but I pulled_out_just last night for a professional_interview?_Nope. No joy. But I needed_it,_and_I’ll need it again.

The opposite_holds true in my sewing room_where I horde yards and yards of fabrics that_have no discernable_purpose. I will make something_from_them_one day. Probably. Or, I could #konmari that room, go_through each_cabinet and bin,_and hold each piece of fabric, feeling the joy it_genuinely brings me. At the end of_the day, that room is still going to be overflowing with_fabric because of all those flying sparks