Like eleventy billion other people, I recently read "the life-changing magic of tidying up" by Marie Kondo. I'm not sure if my life has changed yet, but the process feels really good. So far I've only tackled clothing, and haven't actually discarded a great deal. Maybe two bags worth? But this is soon after a fairly recent wardrobe purge, so I had already gotten rid of a lot of stuff that didn't fit well. I also have a different relationship with my clothes than most people. I'm picky beyond picky, mostly wear a limited and specific palette, and usually stick to some specific guidelines regarding what I'll wear. I love clothes - way more than most people do. I make some of my own clothes, and purchase others custom to my measurements. Even my lounge wear and sleep garments fit the way I like, are in colors I prefer, and are completely comfortable. I also probably have fewer clothes than most (American) people - but the ones I have are ones that I truly like.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm already halfway there in the clothing department, as far as the Konmari method goes. So...the clothing discard process feels more like a refinement than a purge. If that makes sense.
I really appreciate the unlabeled animism at the core of book and the method, though. I mean, I haven't seen it called that in any of the articles or blogs pieces I've read, but if you're thanking your items before you discard them and honoring the items you've chosen to keep by storing them respectfully...um, that's kind of animistic. Sure, the book doesn't specifically say, "Your socks have a spirit," but it does say something like, "Your socks work very hard and when they're in your drawer you should let them rest peacefully." And if your sole criteria in judging each object is "Does this spark joy?" you're already acknowledging a different sort of relationship with objects - and possibly a better one than you currently have.
I know that probably sounds a little "woo," but I'm looking forward to an apartment filled only with items I love as much* as I love my clothes.
(*Or almost as much, because I really, really love my clothes. Heh.)