While I love order and respect the minimalistic Konmari method there’s some special junk from childhood that is truly a gift that keeps on giving.
I wanted more for this kid that I love so fiercely. I didn’t want him to be sitting against a wall at recess as punishment for enthusiastically speaking out of turn in class. I wanted him to be able to spend hours uninterrupted when he was focused on something wholesome that he enjoyed. I wanted the divine spark inside of him to be fanned, not extinguished.