I’m re-reading Marie Kondo’s wonderful books on tidying and have discovered some unexpected monsters. Although I can easily distinguish which of my possession I truly hate and I can usually decide which give me joy, it’s not that easy to get rid of some of the things that still seem important. That black jacket that doesn’t really suit me but is so useful for evenings. The boxy raspberry one that’s no longer my style, but which is my only decent summer-weight jacket. The navy handbag I bought because it fit my uni folder but that’s so floppy I can’t find my wallet even when it’s the only thing in the bag! Aargh! At the root of these dilemmas is the worry that, although I’ve spent months (or years) looking for replacements, if I haven’t found them yet, maybe I never will. Of, if I do, will I be able to afford them? What unsatisfactory, frankly ridiculous reasons. I know that the vacuum law works; if you create space (a vacuum) and focus on what you want to fill it, the Universe will provide (insert smug, smiley face here).
So, as I pick up each piece that stirs “yugh” or “meh”, I take a deep breath, square my shoulders for courage and chuck it in yet another Vinnies bag. Then I take calm pleasure in surveying a space that contains nothing but joyful things and stills my world.