Recently, I was introduced to Marie Kondo’s method for bringing joy into life by sending “stuff” out the door. Kondo suggests that when you clean and de-clutter, you ask yourself this simple question with every item you touch: Does this bring me joy? If whatever you are holding in your hand when you ask the question does not bring you joy, you throw it to the side and begin creating a pile of “stuff” that can be donated to Good Will or The Salvation Army, or some other worthy organization after your purge.
I tried Marie Kondo’s method recently, and I have to say this gal is onto something! Following Kondo’s suggestion, I filled two plastic bags with gently used items, including one never-been-worn-red-killer sweater. Once I was done sorting my clothes, I quickly sent them to the Salvation Army for recycling.
It felt good to get all that stuff out of my dresser and closet, and into someone else’s hands.
It brought me JOY!
This coming weekend I’m hosting an event that is making me anxious. I’m always anxious to one degree or another whenever I’m in any way asked to play the hostess, but this is an all-family event that depends on the weather for success, along with the mingling of several families, the planning of some entertainment for the kiddos, and coordinating food dishes and grilling options for the chow.
This shindig has many moving parts, so my anxiety levels are rising with each passing day.
Usually my habit for dealing with stress brought on by this kinda project would be to micro-manage the heck out of it, pulling other “willing participants” into the crazy, self-imposed vortex of darkness and gloom that would eventually brighten and become our family picnic. Sounds like fun right? Something you’d want to get involved in, right?
In fact, hubs has been threatening for weeks now to leave early on picnic day and go fishing until after everyone has gone home. No chance of that. I intend to hide his truck keys the night before so he can’t slip away unnoticed. I might also have to hide all of his shoes. Then again, Huck Finn went fishing without shoes, so maybe I need to re-think that part of the plan.
Anyway, this morning the question of whether or not this event and the way I was going about it brought me joy popped into my head. The quick and definite answer was, no. Emphatically, No! Something needs to change for me to get from hesitant (my current state of being surrounding this event), to joy.
As of this posting I have not figured out what that “something” might be, but I think I’m on the right path. Maybe you have an idea?? If so, please say so in the comments below.
Right now, I’m looking for a JOY-loan. Can you help me out?
What makes your family events and all the details that go into organizing them joyful? Are you ever hesitant when it comes to hosting events at your house?