This radical cleansing method according to Marie Kondo’s bestseller can improve the lives of many people, but some may regret it later. Share your experience with readers he shared Emine Saner of The Guardian.
I saw a wooden tricycle behind the window of a charity shop circa 2017, it was like seeing a beloved ex-boyfriend on a dating site, wrote Sanerová. Maybe you don’t really want it, but you also don’t like the idea of someone else taking it from you. The tricycle belongs to my daughter. While cleaning the house, I found that getting rid of other people’s stuff was easier than throwing out my own. I brought it back, and in the weeks that followed I visited other charity shops that had picked up my discarded items, hoping to recover books, sweaters, or, for example, a small colander. Some got back to me, but most didn’t.
Like many others, after reading Marie Kondo’s popular book Magic cleansing: order once and for all he envisions radical cleansing as a way to better his life. I threw away old stuff that had been piling up in the house for decades. Payslips from your first job, music CDs or piles of old magazines. I didn’t miss at least half of everything I threw out, but I’m starting to regret the rest. I suddenly get sentimental especially about clothes or some random things. All the books I’ve kept now fit on one shelf. It is an impressive work, truly self-enhancing, and everyone should read it. But I haven’t read it and I most likely never will. The shelf just reminds me of my own failures.
Cleaning the house doesn’t change my life. This might improve a bit, for example I still use the method of folding clothes that Kondová recommends. But in many ways it is quite the opposite. I get annoyed every time I have to buy a replacement for an old kitchen scraper, screwdriver, or pen. I don’t blame Kondo for not following his technique properly. I keep the things that don’t make me happy and get rid of the things that might make her happy if given the chance.
Since then I have continued to collect things. The uncertainty of recent years has instilled in me an aversion to waste as well as an instinct for self-preservation. I have a collection of cardboard boxes that are sure to come in handy one day. I keep leftover cloths, jam jars, food boxes, rubber bands from the postman and more. I often thought that I should try Marie Kondo’s method one more time, but I put the book away, too.
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