This morning (Thursday) after reading a chapter in my anatomy text book about urine, I was suddenly compelled to throw out everything I own.
Maybe it was the kidney talk. Filtering and reabsorbing or painstaking pressure gradients, but maybe it was just blossoms and spring.
This happens annually, if not more frequently, usually during a period of emotional molting. Thursday was no different, except that I was also seeing the dermatologist and having folks over for dinner and getting 15,000 steps in, and also memorizing the complexity of the human kidney. So it was brief and spastic, and mostly related to removing food items from cardboard boxes and taking them down to the recycling, and bundling up clothing that doesn’t fit in to a nebulous Pile of Reckoning.
Sell? Donate? Ask again later?
My forms of cleaning are usually Olympic events - time trials - dump, sort, categorize, recycle, reminisce, cry, shove, run away.
Kondo did not get it. Her joy-based ways are valid and did work for me once with clothing but also left me entirely without pajamas, carpet, and a cutting board. I’ve written about it before, but I thank my lucky stars that I spent $1.27 extra on my can opener so that it is turquoise and undoubtedly brings me joy so it was not lost in the last tempest.
Joy is important. Perfect PJs are hard to come by. Winter is cold.
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