I want to die/ Knowing I/ Had a long, full life in your arms

I've decided to Kondo the f**** out of my apartment. I've been wanting to do something like this for awhile, but I recently actually read her book (yes, yes, yes, I KNOW. It's not on the list; I managed to get behind again on my progress and the year is almost over, etc.; I've been on international travel for work and when this happens I treat myself to non-fiction. I'm reading Love & Math, too).

Anyway, I'm so very excited to try. I'm not a minimalist, so I don't think I'll do it to the extent she'd want, but that's fine. I'm pretty good at accepting myself as I am in most ways.

I'm going to chronicle this overtime, so I don't lose the details of the experience. I'm currently still traveling, so I can't start yet. Instead, I've been reading articles about people's experiences Kondo-ing their own place. Generally the reviews are positive (though, I'm not sure that's reflective of how this would actually play out for people on average; there's a lot of selection bias going on here to start combined with people wanting to believe they did a good job of it, etc.). 

That said, I've been shocked by how much people deviate from her directions, and so casually. She's quite clear on the importance of starting with clothes, people; why are you starting with your books? Why are you refusing to pull everything out on the floor?

I am sure that once I start I will regret being so judge-y, since I'm sure that I will be even worse.