#48 Thank Each Item, You’ll Thank Yourself Later

{This is part 2 of my de-cluttering “Konmari method” series – please see part 1 here]

Working towards a lifestyle with less things is harder than I thought, especially when I have amassed quite a little trove of things over the years. Some people manage to throw stuff when they move house or renovate their home, but since I have stayed here most of my life and no major works necessitated a big purge, I found a lot of things that I could really do without!

You might think, throwing things out would be easy, but it was a time-consuming process… if you want to do it properly, or via the Konmari method. Initially I found it utterly perplexing – to have to touch (almost) every item, analyse carefully why I want to keep it, and if I don’t need something anymore, thanking them for a job well done… Sounds a bit lunatic to me. So I started to crush papers and sweep them up rather violently into trash bags.

Then I realized this brute-force en-masse culling is a reflection of my shame, self-pity and rage that stemmed from a few things. Shame, being reminded of buying things carelessly and a cavalier attitude about money. Self-pity, that I could have invested this money on lesser but better-quality things since the beginning. Rage, for being so stupid, short-sighted and wasteful.

It was therefore, a necessary enlightening and cathartic process to do it slowly and seriously. It’s almost like a prayer. You have to be sincere for it to work its magic.

What magic, you say?

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#47 It’s A New Year, Let’s Konmari With A Vengeance

Journal of my Konmari-ing process – Ground Zero

[I want to own less things.]

I did not want to read this book. I did not want to believe that I needed help – like millions out there, I guess – to do something so simple. Throwing away something useless should be basic common sense, right? (Despite many ‘studies’ saying that not everyone possess common sense) Either I lack that sense, or I have a serious case of denial, or unhealthy attachment to useless things. I hated this sweet-looking ageless Japanese woman for pinning a victimful non-crime on nearly everyone’s back. What if I like living in a house full of sentimental yet useless knickknacks and curios that will never make it to an oddball museum one day? What if I have a burning desire one day to be buried in a King Tut-inspired pyramid together with my stacks of phone bills, shapeless T-shirts, sleek barely-worn somewhat-new jeans, boxes full of cutesy gag gifts received year after year from Christmases, birthdays and weddings, plus greeting cards, letters, high school memorabilia… like a 21st-century princess?

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