I've come to terms with the 'talking-with-my-socks' thing Kondo's got going.BRUTE wrote:brute likes the general gist of that "Magic of Tidying up" book, even if it seems to be written for soccer moms. the gist being "why would brute own something he doesn't love owning". this is what brute has unconsciously doing for years, hence minimalism. there's only so much love to go around.
I now realize, after reading up on Stoicism, that what she is practising a form of gratitude and negative visualization. The mysticism is nothing more than weaning yourself from hedonic adaptation. I now 'talk' to my favorite matte black coffee cup every morning...
The life-changing magic of tidying up does clash a bit with ERE in my opinion. There are things in my home that I believe take up space and irritate me on a daily basis, even though I know I might need them for one day where I need to save money not getting thing-X again(*).
I'm moving more towards William Morris's take on this:
AlsoIf you want a golden rule that will fit everybody, this is it: Have nothing in your houses that you do not know to be useful, or believe to be beautiful.
The useful stuff is mostly hidden away. I freakin' despise cleaning.Simplicity of life, even the barest, is not a misery, but the very foundation of refinement: a sanded floor and whitewashed walls, and the green trees, and flowery meads, and living waters outside; or a grimy palace amid the smoke with a regiment of housemaids always working to smear the dirt together so that it may be unnoticed; which, think you, is the most refined, the most fit for a gentleman of those two dwellings?
(*) The solution is to find someone I can borrow this from in the future.