It feels like forever ago that Marie Kondo's show dropped onto Netflix and had a large portion of the population thanking their utensils for their service and asking if that third grade report card still sparked joy.
I mean, in a present when March felt like an eternity and then summer blinked into pumpkin spice season, January 2019 may have been a different century.
Both because Kondo's persona is just so chill and nice, but also because my closets had become a problem.
I say closets because my clothing had long since wandered beyond the bedroom.
Guests had nowhere to put their coats, because my front closet barely had room for all of mine.
They were a mix of aspirational and low self-esteem.
You see, for a number of years, I've struggled with maintaining a steady weight, both due to health issues and lifestyle. So basically, I was still holding onto the clothing I hoped to one day fit into again, while also keeping the clothing my self-esteem told me I needed "just in case" I got fatter again.
I'll be honest, though: Marie Kondo wasn't enough to get me to finally purge those clothes that didn't fit. Oh, I fantasized about it at the time, but it took a full bedroom renovation for me to finally buckle down and fill more than a dozen garbage bags with clothes to donate.
And you know what? Once they were gone, it was the lightest I've felt in a long time, regardless of what the scale says.
