Because I spent large parts of the fall to drink wine, I have devoted the beginning of January to not do it. That is almost exactly the rest of the Swedish population, I have taken a white month. I have seen it as a kind of experiment, almost – what do you actually do with all the time gets over?
Because it is undoubtedly the least pleasant one can do with their time is to be sober amongst people who are full – creditable portrayed in Rebekah Åhlunds current book ”I was so fun to drink wine with the” – I have cleaned up.
the ”Tidying up with Marie Kondo” and clean.
Marie Kondo is the japanese städgurun that cleans according to the principle that only the items sparks joy, brings happiness, has a place in a happy home. The rest to thank for the time been, goodbye, and giving away. She is, in short, a kind of glorified janitors, with a fairy-like charm and an optimal vikteknik for every possible piece of cloth. 2015 was given her succébok ”the Art of clean” in Swedish, in which she outlined the KonMari method. DN:s Niklas Wahllöf asked in his review if the book gave him joy, and then noted: ”It is dead silent. Away!”
The first of January was released all eight episodes of the reality series ”Tidying up with Marie Kondo” on Netflix, just in time for humanitarian affairs inevitable change-just-all-trouble. Marie Kondo strut into the home in varying degrees of hoardersjuka, teach the people in the homes to put t-shirts on the back of the cupboard, and store small items in boxes inside boxes, and strut out again. The whole thing is not particularly advanced, and not particularly exciting, but it is soothing in a repetitive way to see her fold, and fold, and fold.
have something better for me, starting to fold, I with. In my mobile I make a list of everything I should do, that is to say, to throw, in my white month. I put all of my clothes on the bed, just like all of the ”Tidying up” is forced to make, and they always get stunned before its obvious by yourself.
It is when my overall wardrobe barely even covers my bedspread that I remember that I already KonMari-extremist. I'm the opposite to hoardersjuk, I post regularly and happily everything I own and have, I can't think of a single thing I would save if my house caught fire. It makes the concept of spark joy difficult to relate to.
Half a month has passed and I have already ticked every item on my list. I am sitting in my clean, cleaned, ihopvikta apartment – as before I began was so pure and clean to all who greeted said, ”but where are all things?” and feel dull.
to be sober. It is sad to devote the weekends to throw away old sunscreens and expired packages of bread crumbs and go to the Ants with the few articles of clothing I managed to clear out. I feel unimaginative, okreativ, empty, and in addition dirty as seen eight episodes of a tv series about cleaning. It is not like me. It nothing happens, I think to myself over and over, it has not happened to me anything in several weeks.
certainly, it is useful to be bored sometimes, to be virtuous, to catch up. But then what? What should we do in our white home, on our white months or in our white lives? How much benefit do we cope do? How many cups of tea you can drink before you throw the teacup into the wall, and counted it then, that you have thanked it for long and faithful services, and had taken farewell?
I can't deny that it is only when I am in one of my purges will find a forgotten bottle of wine in the pantry as something finally happens. The sparks of joy in my hand.
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