“Is this the Marie Kondo thing?” my husband asked, as he saw the grocery bags
filled with recycled paper, the clothes packed for Goodwill, the books en route to possible
sale at the local used bookstore.
“Not really,” was my response. It’s more of a refocusing.”
He looked uncertain, but moved on to more practical matters. “Those bags
won’t all fit in the recycling can, and it’s going to be too windy to put them out like that.”
I paused, calm in my Zen-like decluttering trance. “We’ll work it out. We can put a couple of bags out each week.” Letting go of things, after all, is not to be rushed.