Have you ever read The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up by Marie Kondo? My friend Melanie has been pushing this book on me for months, and I finally sprang for it on my Kindle. In reading this book, I’ve made a couple of discoveries about myself. First of all, we have way too much crap in our house. Since I met the hubby, I’ve moved in and out of places 14 times. We have unopened boxes from our very first of those 14 moves. I have no idea what’s in those boxes. I hope it’s gold.
Secondly, I know at some point that I’m going to become my mother, who is, as you’ve probably guessed, a small Chinese lady. I know this to be the case because I’m already saving used Ziploc bags, folded neatly in a drawer for future use. I know this to be the case because I’m always cold, even when it’s 75 degrees outside. I know this to be the case because, like my mother, who watches the news show 20/20 religiously every Friday night but falls asleep before the end and then warns me the next day about important crises, like the hazards of blue cheese, but doesn’t actually know how to prevent said hazards or whether it’s even really a hazard in the first place because she fell asleep, I have only read about half of The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up. I keep falling asleep. It’s very relaxing, and therefore, I have no idea how it ends. Maybe I’m supposed to chuck all of my remaining life’s belongings into the ocean while yelling cathartic phrases about freedom. Maybe I cover everything in whipped cream and eat it. Who knows? All I can tell you so far is that it’s changing my life. I’ve been on a purging and re-organizing bonanza. My mind feels clear and my heart is open.
