THOUGHTS ON LITERAL & PSYCHOEMOTIONAL ♻️ WHILST KONDO-ING MY CLOSET

Kondo, n. and v. Verb: To engage in the act of cleaning house as predicated upon the question, "Does this bring me joy?" From THE LIFE-CHANGING MAGIC OF TIDYING UP, by Marie Kondo. (Which I have not yet read.)
  1. 1.
    What if every person was given a specific and limited allotment of paper, plastic, and glass containers and bags at birth?
    Non-replaceable. What would happen to our economy and sense of material value???
  2. 2.
    I seem to grossly overestimate my ability to reuse cardboard boxes, packing materials, and gift bags and boxes.
    I could probably pack up my whole house with what I had saved "for when I need it".
  3. 3.
    Closets BRING it. I was stunned by all the psychoemotional carnage I found in mine. For example, I discovered a completely unopened package. What a mystery!!! What could it be?
    In point of fact: It was the Valentine's Day gift I never gave my ex, shoved in the back of the closet, and proceeded to erase all memory of.
  4. 4.
    I appear to have internalized the Reduce, Reuse, Recycle motto far too deeply during my childhood as a rampant composter and child of hippies.
    Some things just need to be thrown away, Lily. Like, a lot of things.
  5. 5.
    History can be repurposed. For example, that Valentine's Day gift you never gave your ex?
    Now that can just be yours, on your own terms. Unless it's an object that doesn't bring you joy, of course.
  6. 6.
    Symmetry and space are mega brain soothers.
    Ahhhhhh.
  7. 7.
    Ok but can we go back to #1? Is that just too bonkers? Thoughts, please.