“I flaunted my de-clutter achievement to the husband at home. His eyes opened wide as he glared at the screen that had just been thrust into his hand…”
With a substantial number of people in my circle-both online and offline- advocating #konmari and her de-cluttering ways, along with the importance of minimalism, it was, but natural, for me to be strongly influenced by it all.
Now, I must mention an important point here. I am pretty organized in my general way of things in life. Things at home are often found in their rightful place. Excesses are avoided, whether it is plastics in the kitchen, books, newspapers and even clothes. Those that lie unused for a long time, sure find a way out of home. The husband at home ridicules this behaviour of mine to be nothing short of an Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.
I refuse to agree with him (like most wives) and often throw in a remark that he is equally responsible for this obsessiveness. Being in a transferable job, we move places every few years- sometimes shifting homes twice in the same calendar year. As much as I crib at the time of every movement, the transfers and shifting of homes have taught me to be a minimalist, getting into the practice of disposing at regular intervals those things we seldom use- all this much before the arrival of Marie Kondo.
Impact and its aftermath
So, getting back to where I started from- the impact of #Konmari. If there is one thing that has stayed in the most disorganized of ways, it is my book shelf in the digital world. Since I spend a great deal of time online, picking up book recommendations, writing opinions and sharing views, it made sense to de-clutter my GoodReads TBR list. With over 100 books, this list caused a considerable amount of anxiety. For, hours would be spent scrolling through this list, trying to figure out which book should be my next read. I read close to four books a month. Thus, completing this list would take me a long time. During this period, there is a great possibility of more books getting added, as well as, a probability that I may miss out on those books that would actually suit my tastes.
It was time for a complete de-clutter of my TBR!
From 104 to 14
I must mention that I avoid buying books until I have finished the ones at hand. The books that lay around home, which I was sure I would never ever read, were graciously donated to the nearby library. On a bright sunny morning, with my laptop in hand I set out on my mission, following three simple steps.
- Sorting out titles as per genre
I moved my list to a simple spreadsheet and got started on the work at hand. I listed out the genres each of the titles belonged to. Once the books were sorted out under their respective genres, I introspected to pick only the top five books under each genre. Also, I removed the genres I absolutely wouldn’t be reading- such as self-help books (I did wonder as to how they landed up on the list in the first place)
- Ranking and deletion
Once my books where sorted as per genre, I scrolled through to mark the absolute must reads on the basis of my favourite author, popularity, and favourable recommendations. I gave the titles a rough ranking and once this was done, the bottom most ones were removed from the list.
- A time for closer introspection- a book for every mood.
The above two steps had already reduced the list considerably. But narrowing it down further was required. Thus, it was time for closer introspection. Which are the books that would absolutely make me happy, the books that seemed to attract me, with their cover, blurb and plot?
The entire exercise took me over two hours, and at the end of it all I had successfully reduced my GoodReads TBR list from 104 books to 14 books. I was satisfied with the job done.
With a big smile and excitement in my heart, I flaunted my de-clutter achievement to the husband at home. His eyes opened wide as he glared at the screen that had just been thrust into his hand. He threw me a look with a smirk that said it all- The Obsessive Compulsive Disorder that I possessed.
Sigh! Who would understand the joys and anxieties of a book lover.
What do you think?