Tuffy P has been watching a program on Netflix about reducing clutter. It features ordinary slobs who come to recognize they need to clean up their crap. So they invite the star of the show, a Japanese woman, who shows up at their home in her minivan, complete with translator, because she doesn’t speak much English. Everybody smiles and laughs about the state of the mess and then the star of the show guides the family on their clean-up journey. I’m not even kidding. There is really a netflix program about this. As soon as I saw it I knew I was in trouble – it could only mean work I didn’t really want to do.
Tuffy did her clothes the other night and strongly suggested it was of course time for me to do mine. The idea is you dump every bit of clothing you own in a heap on the bed and then ruthlessly cull out everything that fails to spark joy. I don’t know about you but I don’t have a lot of clothes that spark joy exactly. However, I got the idea. Finally, once you purge all your crap, you neatly fold up everything that’s left.
I knew perfectly well I had many years worth of clothing that I’ve failed to organize in any way. No doubt about it. I was OK to continue with this strategy until I totally ran out of room, but I was doomed to participate in the tidying up madness. This morning, I made my heap and set to work.
In the process, I created one bag of rags for the studio and several bags of clothing suitable for donation. I radically reduced my drawer and cupboard space too. OK, it was a good idea, and I’m glad it’s done. We didn’t even need a visit from the odd Japanese lady, her minivan and her translator. However, the program suggests once you’ve cleaned up, you’re going to feel some kind of overwhelming joy. I’m still waiting on the joy front.
Here’s Lucinda Williams performing Joy.