One of my sisters recommended a book to me called The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up by Marie Kondo. I downloaded the audiobook edition and started listening this afternoon.
"In this book, I have summed up how to put your space in order in a way that will change your life forever," states the author in the introduction. That sounded good. I imagined my totally decluttered home and how peace-promoting it would be.
Then she recounted praise for the book--wonderful letters from her private-course clients--who said things like, "After your course, I quit my job and did something I had dreamed of doing ever since I was a child."
"Awesomeness!" I thought to myself. Maybe I should pause right here, grab some garbage bags and start tossing.
Before I could act on the thought, she read the next letter:
"Your course taught me to see what I really need and what I don't. So I got a divorce. Now I feel much happier."
Wait. What?
This woman threw out her husband along with her old makeup samples and Jane Fonda workout videos? And this is a good thing? To be used as promotion for the "Konmari" technique?
Maybe I'll just keep my clutter.
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