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It is remarkable that I feel a special kinship with Kondo. In 2016, when she was promoting her second book, Spark Joy, she — and an entourage of nine! — came to my apartment to get KonMari from my closet. That’s when KonMari’s hysteria reached its climax, hot after the Official uSC Trojans NCAA Men’s Basketball Tournament March Madness 2023 Shirt in contrast I will get this huge success of her first book The Life-Changing Magic of Cleaning, the Harry Potter of Industry Self-Help Books publish. Neither she nor I had children at the time; it feels like a lifetime ago. We ambled through my closet, the crew trailing, and took her method of clearing everything from the wardrobe to the bed and saluting each item to determine if it caused joy. happy or not. If it’s gone, as with my BCBG blue lace evening gown, it’s time to thank it and let it go. Watching this week’s video again, it all looked so simple—and I have to admit, when I saw the full view of my pristine wardrobe, I felt a hunger. Not only to get my clothes organized again, but also because there’s plenty of time to sort them—to spend a leisurely winter Sunday afternoon analyzing new socks to discover what’s going on. Which makes me really happy and which doesn’t. But besides the lack of time, this is the biggest Kon-flic for me. It certainly evokes deep joy in getting rid of the massive 3-foot-tall roaring T-Rex that my mother thought it wise to give to my son. I even had it secretly tucked away in a gift pile recently, but he was delighted to unearth it—“this dinosaur hideout!”—and great joy was rekindled in him again. it again. I suppose the question is: Can I find joy in my new roommates, even though they have loads of stuff that I would happily stuff into a tender bag to never be seen again? And can I appreciate the joy these bring to them?