As much as I appreciate her tidying and thanking and being genuinely nice and kind, I could only watch 15 minutes of the first episode of Marie
You see, I don’t need Marie Kondo.
It’s not that I don’t get the value in what she does –
I still can’t.
My husband was horrified to discover that my tendency towards sorting and tossing quickly moved from just my stuff to his as well once we were married. I thought nothing of throwing out ratty old t-shirts, frayed running shorts or piles of obviously unimportant papers (grocery store receipts, dry cleaning tickets, flyers from the front door). He – rightly so, I came to understand – felt that I had invaded his space and did not welcome my clearly superior organizing talents in his life.
For someone like me, who revels in throwing out and sorting through, there is nothing quite as motivating as a growing child. Marie Kondo has nothing on me when it came to cleaning and sorting my kids’ paraphernalia . Whether it was their too-small clothing, unused toys, or bits of paper and trash that I fished out of their backpacks, I took great interest in constantly cleaning up their stuff. At first, they didn’t mind – they didn’t have a choice, anyway – but like their dad, they eventually kicked me out of their lairs and made (most of) their own choices about what would stay and what would go.
Marie Kondo offers hope to the many, many people who are overwhelmed by masses of outdated clothing, unread books, threadbare sheets, and far too many kitchen utensils to ever use in one lifetime. Her skills are heralded as life-altering, mind-freeing, relationship-saving and, most of all, the answer becoming clean and organized. Folding shirts properly is a metaphor for controlling the rest of one’s tumult. No one needs to explain that to me, that’s for sure. In times of discord in my life, it is highly likely you’ll find me shredding old paper or cleaning out a medicine cabinet. While I appreciate the value she brings to others, for me, it comes as naturally as can be. I just don’t think it’s a learned skill, as much as her fans may want to believe it is. Being organized and clutter-free is as much a part of who I am as my blue eyes or short, stubby fingers.
I will continue to sort and weed and toss in my own, Marie-Kondo-ish way. But I will never say thank you to clothes that I no longer want or need. That just takes it too far.