Can't Marie Kondo? Me Neither.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned from trekking around NYC and LA to interview the amazing men and women we’ve featured on S-Life, it’s that your space says a lot about you (okay, that’s a lie, because if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s probably that humans are exquisitely beautiful energetic bodies living in exquisitely beautiful physical bodies, and that the secret sauce to living your best life is connecting to your passion (sorry I know that’s two, but I can’t help it)). The visuals hanging on your walls show what you find inspiring, the layout you choose says what you prioritize, and the sounds, the smells, and the vibes explain what has shaped you as a person thus far, and who you are working towards becoming.
Your space shows age, ethnicity, spirituality, sexuality, economic status, where you like to shop, what you like to eat, and how you like to spend your time.
Unfortunately I’m pretty sure my apartment says I am an overgrown child with lots of fur-shedding animals who isn’t quite a hoarder, but has a knack for not throwing (or giving) things away.
Naturally, I’d make a perfect candidate for the Marie Kondo method. I’ve had this thought many times and have been told by friends and coworkers (you should see my desk…) that I should give it a try! I’ll love it!
In case you are one of the few people left on the planet who has not read Marie Kondo’s worldwide sensation The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up, there are two central prongs to her infamous method:
1) Take each thing you own out one by one. Put your hands on it and ask yourself if it sparks joy. If it doesn’t, then say thank you and say sayonara.
2) Organize everything you have left in such a way that is visible, accessible, and easy to use and return.
I’ve tried — I really have tried — and I just cannot do it. I pull things out one by one and, as instructed, I ask myself, Does this spark joy? Immediately, I am met with some combination of the following: What is joy? How can an object bring me joy? Joy is family, joy is beach, joy is a lazy Sunday morning in bed with my boyfriend and two dogs. Should my objects be bringing me joy? I’ve had great memories with this, then I’ve had bad. I’ve felt amazing in this article of clothing, then I’ve felt awful. How do I know if it brings me joy!!!!!!!!!
The ones that start off as a No, doesn’t bring me joy quickly progress to a Wait, yes it does! And the ones that start off as a Yes, it brings me joy ends up confused and haphazardly resolving as a Well, actually, I guess it does...?
So if, like me, the Marie Kondo method just isn’t working, but you are eager to reach the nirvana that her most diehard groupies have found, I want to assure you that there is still hope.
If you are keeping an item around because of any of the below reasons, keep it, put it away nicely, enjoy it, love it:
1) The memories
2) The token 'one day I'll wear this' dress — the time hasn't come yet
3) You still use it / wear it regularly
4) It's your favorite
5) It just needs to be fixed, tailored, taken in, hemmed, etc... and you'll use it! You'll drop it off this week!
If you are keeping an item around because of any of the below reasons, then say Thank you, I love you, but it’s time for somebody else to love you now:
1) The memories
3) Goal to lose weight
4) You haven't used / worn it in a year
5) It was a gift
6) You've said you were gonna fix it for over 3 months now...
While I’m not urging you to go home and start throwing things away, I am urging you to try walking into your home this evening as if it’s the very first time you’re stepping foot in that space, and ask yourself about what you notice. Who does your space say you are? And if it’s telling a story that no longer resonates with you, finito.
*(the above image is for pure inspiration pinterest pinning purposes...)