Days 1 and 2 of Kondo-ing
I am procrastinating getting started. Not because I don't want to do it, but because I am worried: what if nothing sparks joy? People always tell me that I never seem sufficiently happy about good news. Maybe I don't actually have emotions, in which case this is not going to go well.
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I am sitting in a pile of clothes when Drew arrives home unexpectedly early. I can hear Marie Kondo screaming "no!" (one of her main rules is that you should do this process in isolation so that others don't sway you), but I ask Drew if it's all right if I keep my pair of jeans even though they don't spark joy. Drew agrees one pair of jeans is the sort of thing you may need at some point (citing the fact that I brought them to Punta Cana, though I didn't actually wear them there; dubious, but he's agreeing with me, so let's go with it). Marie Kondo is really screaming now, I'm sure, but I happily fold them vertically.
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I stumble out of bed and groggily join Drew in the living room. He's much more awake than I am. I stare off into space for a few minutes before demanding "do those snack bags bring you joy?" referring to the box of disposable snack bags that is for some reason sitting in the center of our mantle. Drew sensibly suggests we just put them away where they go in the kitchen rather than worrying about their joy bringing abilities.
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Does this Jungian analysis of Nancy Drew book bring me joy? Do you really have to ask? Of course it does.
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Alice comes in screaming with her cat toy. Her glare clearly says "lady, this has the potential to bring me a ton of joy if you would just cooperate."
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