I mentioned in an Instagram post over the weekend that I’ve finally begun reading Marie Kondo’s sensational book, The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up! I really did not expect this book to be life-changing for me, since I’m already an obsessively tidy person. I figured there wouldn’t be much in the book that I wasn’t already putting into practice. Honestly, I planned on being bored with it, but since it’s a subject I’m passionate about and everyone else seems to be raving about this book (it’s a New York Times bestseller), it warranted a read anyway.
I was wrong. Marie’s method is changing even my already-super-tidy life. (Which, apparently, isn’t as super-tidy as I thought.)
My bookshelf was designated as the guinea pig project for the KonMari method. (She advises starting with clothes, but, as you know, my clothing collection has pretty much already been picked through to the max. I’m now inspired to change my storage methods a bit, but that’s a topic for another day.)
A couple months ago, I completely reorganized the bookshelf in order to accommodate every book in the house. This was no easy task. My goals were to have every volume fit, and for the overall aesthetic to be appealing. I spent probably a couple hours arranging and stacking and rearranging until I had it looking “just so.” It is with deep regret that I write, I failed to photograph my work of art yesterday before I destroyed it. So annoyed at myself–ha.
Anyway, because it was so perfectly organized, I just could not bring myself to take everything off and put it on the floor, like the book instructs. However, I did hold each volume in my hands as I asked myself the thematic question, “Does this spark joy?” I took quite literally Marie’s advice to discard the books I’ll never re-read, the ones I never read in the first place, the ones I was only keeping for their sentimental value, and the ones who I felt only brought me a moderate amount of joy.
Confession: I kept a few of the ones I have yet to read. Caleb and I enjoy reading aloud to each other in bed at night until one of us falls asleep. So a small pile is being relegated to the nightstand queue for that activity. I figure if we start them and don’t love them, I can get rid of them then.
I am getting rid of most of my collection of children’s books, as well. Which is sad, because they really haven’t even gotten used yet for their intended purpose. But I realized that the only ones worth keeping for my children are the ones that are my absolute favorite children’s stories. The rest can be borrowed from the library. Books take up so much space, and they are such a pain to move! (Caleb and I moved five times before we celebrated our first anniversary, and will likely be moving at least 1-2 more times in the next couple years–so, key factor there.)
I didn’t take an exact count, but I would estimate that I started the project with over 200 volumes, and I am now down to 58, plus 30 picture books. (That 58 includes a couple Bibles, a handful of hymn books, and chapter books for older children.) I imagine there’s a good chance I’ll pare those numbers down a bit further still in the coming weeks.
So now, not only do I have a couple hundred books to move out of here, but there’s not much point in keeping the bookshelf for one shelf’s worth of books, either. I’m already rearranging my entire office in my head. It’s such a great feeling!