There are three approaches we can take toward our possessions: face them now, face them sometime, or avoid them until the day we die.
Or put them in my closet. Which I suppose is my way of avoiding them until the day I die. My husband and I have a pact: If I die first, he must not, under any circumstances, let anyone see my "ain't nobody walking in" walk-in closet. Especially my mom. No grave is deep enough to bury that guilt.
I take comfort in the fact that I'm not alone (even if it is a fictional character):
Clearly, Monica and I are in desperate need of Marie Kondo's The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up. I picked it up last summer and felt overwhelmed just reading it. I don't trust my follow-through. My past attempts at decluttering have ended with me giving up and shoving everything in, you guessed it, my closet.
Books like these should come with a support group. Which makes it the perfect choice for our first book club selection. That, and it's January: the month we all think we can conquer the world...or at the very least...clutter. We'll post our progress throughout the month and want to hear yours as well: the good, the bad, and especially the ugly. No humming of Sanford and Son here.
More details to come on how our little online book club/support group will work. In the meantime, pick up a copy of the book and get ready for some life-changing magic. If only it came with a wand.