I have absolutely nothing else to say about that, but I just wanted someone to know that everything about that sentence actually happened.
In my quest to become the most amazing Leslie EVER in 2016, I did this yesterday:
It looks like a pile of junk on my bedroom floor, because it is a pile of junk on my bedroom floor.
It all came out of a VERY full and disorganized cabinet in my room that I had to close quickly or else rolls of wrapping paper would attack me. We all have those, right?
Recently my awesome friend Sabra recommended the book The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up by Marie Kondo, so I asked for it for Christmas because I do whatever Sabra tells me to do, and you should too. Alex came through with my Christmas wish because he does whatever I tell him to do, (let's just pretend,) and probably because he was excited to purchase something on my list for less than $20.
(Other Christmas list items included Lululemon clothing, motivation, a Tory Burch purse and a sense of self. He went with the Lululemon and suggested more therapy for the motivation and sense of self. He's super helpful.)
The entire idea of this book is in order to make a life-changing move to put order in your house (and therefore your life) is to pull everything out, sort it, get rid of most of it, and then have a place for only objects you use.
(There might be a few more things in the book. I'm making an assumption that I already know everything Marie wants to tell me. I was too ambitious about organizing to wait to read the whole thing before starting this process. I'm currently on page 25. Out of 204. Can we be happy about the overall progress I'm making and not judge my slow reading?)
So I am pulling things out, making GIANT messes, and I am hauling all sorts of stuff off to Goodwill. My Mom would die at the things I am getting rid of right now. The "what if" possibilities are hard for her to fight. I KNOW Marie wants me to do this though.
And my potentially OCD friend Kathleen who might actually be Marie, but not Asian, and not named Marie. Details.
Picture frames, candles, sheets, purses, water bottles (the water bottles!) towels, fabric for all my make believe sewing projects, cups, toys....they are all going.
In April I worked on my closet, getting rid of TEN trash bags of clothes, shoes, and handbags.
|Sometimes I miss those sequined flats that I had kept for 10 years and never worn.*|
The end result was this.
|That is basically all my clothes, except jeans. I don't even wear all these.|
Now I've gotten rid of even more and it feels great.
Unfortunately I'm doing all this with Max around so there are a lot of breaks, which 25 pages in, Marie has strongly written against taking. Maybe Marie has a way to work her system using an 11 month old? Maybe I should keep reading.
|This pile of "toys" closely resembles a pile of trash.|
The good news is that the dog is helping me make fast decisions about things like extra pillows, bean bags, and random boxes by peeing on them. I am sort of confident that Marie advocates throwing away any and all peed on textiles.
In my mind I chose to believe that he's being helpful so that I don't kill him.
On an unrelated note, would anyone be interested in a dog?
So basically I'm killing my 2016 resolutions. Getting organized, writing, and guess what Max and I did yesterday...
That's a whopping TWO walks in seven days. I'm basically Jillian Michaels.
I'm almost back to my Australian running days. I'll have to recreate my sports bra and running shorts look since I'm going to be so fit!*
Hope you all are making big or even small strides toward whatever it is your heart desires in 2016.
We can do this!
P.S. I updated the More Me section of my blog to actually reflect small details in my life like the aging of my children five years and the correct number of children I have. Take a look!