A few weeks ago, I tried the Marie Kondo approach to cleaning out my closet. I pulled everything out of my closet, dresser, and everywhere else I could find laundry. I proceeded to hold every item and try to determine of it brought me joy. The downside to this approach was that I wasn’t sure if what I was feeling was joy.

Socks? Do you bring me joy?

Not really. Not a single pair of socks I held gave me that warm, tingly feeling that Marie explains as the determining factor for you to keep something in your life. By the end of my socks pile, I realized, if I got rid of all my socks, I’d be sock-less which definitely wouldn’t bring me joy when it came time to wearing sneakers, converse, or boots. I left all my socks in the “Do I Still Get Rid of These?” pile.

I moved on to bras. Every single bra I touched did NOT bring me joy. Instead, it took me down a dark path of gender roles, politics, and I’m pretty sure nothing that the KonMari plan had answers to. Those also went into the questionable pile.

Jeans. Jeans are decidedly not comfortable. They’re heavy. They don’t stretch. They’re rough even after 100+ washes. No joy. Into the dump pile.

I looked at all my shirts, tops, and blouses. Shirts I got from working at different companies were very soft and comfortable. They were great to wear for any occasion, but did they bring me joy? Not really. There weren’t any warm fuzzy feelings to be had. Into the dump pile.

Tank tops that were well worn – great for hot days, mostly comfortable, but still no warm fuzzies. Am I supposed to feel the way I feel when I look and hold puppies? Not feeling it with my tank tops. Into the dump pile they went.

Dresses?  Still no puppy feelings – dump.

Coats? Nope, my cold heart is not set aflutter by coats – dump.

Sweaters?  You keep me warm in the cold winter, but you don’t move my soul – dump.

Now we’re down to the dregs: shorts, pajama pants, yoga pants, scarves – all joyless. I felt like a heartless person and KonMari has turned me into a nihilist.

I felt like there was no point to keeping any clothing and wanted to throw out every article of clothing I owned.  I had to take a step back. Slowly, I pulled out the clothing that was functional. Socks that still had their elasticity, bras that were comfortable for at least 12 hours, and jeans that fit, the softest of the pairs. I kept other items that I might not love, but were in good condition. By the end, I wound up getting rid of about 60% of my clothing.

I might not have found joy in my closet, but it’s okay, Marie. I’ll get my warm fuzzies from chocolate chip cookies and photos of puppies.