This morning while reading Marie Kondo’s The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up, I had to admit to myself that I’ve been avoiding her book because of the huge clean-up that I know will ensue. Which is super-silly. Because if I love anything, it’s a curated space.

A space in which everything is deliberate.

I mean, hell, that’s what I love about the annual Misfit Conference, the way that every single detail, every item that makes it into the room, is the result of a set of conscious choices.

It’s also what I love about Disneyland, if I’m being honest – the way that no matter where you look, someone has thought about that particular angle and ensured that the space is filled with something pretty, something funny, something thoughtful.

So, too, with your own space.

So as I’m reading Marie Kondo, I’m thinking, too, about what a great corollary it is to Getting Things Done: The Art of Stress-Free Productivity, which is truly a way of curating our actions and our time. Why shouldn’t we bring the very same degree of attention to the spaces we inhabit, to the stuff that fills our lives?

Why shouldn’t we curate the shit out of everything?

Recently, after a social event that pushed all my introvert buttons and made me deeply, deeply sad about what a lousy friend I am because all I wanted to do was slip away to some quiet corner and read a book on my phone, I spent an hour writing about the need to manage my social time with the same care I take with my work time. I wrote, to myself, “Being Pro means being Pro with all of your time. Being deliberate in your work time AND in your social time.”

More curating.

All this Turning Pro and Getting Things Done, and now Tidying Up, well, dang, it’s a lot of work.

When I think of starting on my clothes, going all the way to the back of my closet, to the stuff that’s in those special zipped-up garment bags, like the bridesmaid dress I wore at my little sister’s wedding #1, pulling all of that out, emptying every drawer and basket and shelf and box, covering the floor of my room with all of it, and looking at it, YEAH, that seems daunting. But then again, I imagine how great it will be to know that I have pared through everything and have only kept those things which bring me joy.

I know once I start, I won’t be able to stop until I’ve done every corner of the house, every cabinet in the kitchen, every hidey-hole in the garage.

Until I’ve curated the shit out of everything.

And really that IS what I want. I want to know that I am totally in charge: of my time, of my space, of my stuff, of my thoughts. I want to know that I am always choosing, every moment, every object, putting together the life that I want, the life that I’m living, thoughtfully, deliberately.

If you haven’t read them yet, I can’t more highly recommend Steven Pressfield’s War of Art and Turning Pro and David Allen’s Getting Things Done. And to the list I’m now adding, Marie Kondo’s The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up.

Because you get just one life. Own it. Curate the shit out of it.


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