My closet always looks like a department store floor after Black Friday. Eventually it spread out of my closet and onto my room floor. Clothes of all kinds, everywhere. I’ve never been one to clean, to the dismay of my parents, my tiny-room sharing roommate, and now, my husband (sorry guys!). I keep all other rooms clear of clutter, but my (our) room is always a mess. He’s probably wondering why I’m writing this post, I promise I’ll get to it as soon as I finish this post.
I read The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up: The Japanese Art of Decluttering and Organizing. The book has a ton of simple principles, but one stood out to me:
It’s pretty simple. Decluttering is the first step to organizations. How many clothes do we hold on to because of their sentimental reasons, the memories attached to them, or clothing that’s just outlived it’s purpose? I donated 2 giant trash bags filled with clothes once I acknowledged this (including an outfit which I wore on the first date with the Mr. but not much since). Once I got rid of the clothes that “didn’t bring me joy” I found myself dealing with a neater space, making it easier to put everything back where it belongs.
The hardest part is taking the first step and going through everything.