My house is a serious mess, no matter how much it gets tidied it only lasts for a few days. It was meant to be. Funnily enough, I’ve had a few episodes of Marie Kondo’s kiss-your-old-stuff-goodbye show on and it’s peaceful/engaging to watch, but inspired nothing about my own house whatsoever. If she came to my house she’d need her translator companion to shout in my face first, I think, then throw everything out onto the street (whilst saying, “thank you,” of course).
“NOW TELL ME WHAT SPARKS JOY!”