I’m Unable to KonMari Myself

I’m not going to even try. (Originally published on The Bad Influence)

I’m not going to even try

Photo by Junko Nakase on Unsplash

I’m about to hit the big four-seven. I could argue that my age is smacking me more than being hit. There’s something magical about waking up from sleep more injured than when you went to bed. If I started taking inventory of my body, I’d have to discard a lot from lack of joy.

Let’s start from the top down. I’ve been finding glow-in-the-dark white locks since my twenty-fifth birthday. That’s right, I woke up on that auspicious day to discover a full-length, bright-white hair emerging from the darkness. I plucked and tossed the errant reminders of my incipient demise.

Marie Kondo has no advice for items that return on their own.