There’s a lot I’d rather do with my time, but this week I’ve got to organize my stuff. I haven’t culled clothing based on whether they spark joy, but I have rolled up all my all my knit shirts. I’ve found if I roll them and stand them up they fit the drawer perfectly and I can see each item. (She still lays each shirt on a side, I’m laying them on an edge so they’re going up and down.) I think I can fit twice as much in a drawer and see each item.

I have eliminated several bags of papers I’ve collected — tax forms that are more than 7 years old, my ACT and SAT scores, loads of notebooks. I have kept a few poems and stories I wrote in grammar school. There’s no need to delete my entire history.