Before I go into too many details, maybe I should give you a little context for my story. It all started a little over a month ago when I read a book called The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up by Marie Kondo. You might recall hearing about this book because it was all the rage a few years ago. Everyone was talking about her unique organizing techniques that were designed to systematically go through all of your possessions and keep or discard each item based on one simple criteria: Does this item bring me joy?
I am a few years late to the party, but I finally listened to her book and I immediately knew that I wanted to try it at my house. She advises that you follow a specific sequence when going through your belongings. She refers to this process as the KonMari method. It can take anywhere from six months to a year to complete, depending on how much time you can devote to it and how much stuff you have to sort through.
Without going into too many details, the basic sequence is as follows:
- Clothes, which are further divided into subcategories, such as sweaters, pants, skirts, etc.
- Documents, including all papers that you have in your house, unless they fall into the last category of sentimental items.
- Komono. This is a Japanese term that translates to miscellaneous. Basically, it is everything else in your house that is not already covered by one of the other categories.
- Sentimental. This category includes things like photos, cards, letters and other mementos that are hard to part with for whatever reason. That's why she saved this category for last.
Which brings me back to my story and the reason I am sitting in my living room surrounded by documents. I started the KonMari method a few weeks ago. I sailed through the first category in one weekend. I had previously done some purging in my closets, but I felt so liberated by the idea of using just one question to help me decide whether or not to keep an item. As I held each item in my hand and asked Does it bring me joy? the responses came back swiftly and easily. It was so much better than the other criteria I had previously used, like Does it still fit? Could I possibly use it someday? Or my personal favorite: What if I gain or lose 10 pounds?
I ended up with over 20 trash bags filled with clothes, shoes, purses and accessories. I packed everything into the car and dropped it off at the Goodwill the next day. Books were another easy task. Until recently, I haven't been much of a reader. I bought some books here and there, but unless I was really compelled by the writing, I would end up starting a book, then setting it aside and never picking it up again. I was able to sort through my entire book collection in about an hour. The ones I decided to keep are all neatly sorted on a small bookshelf in my living room.
Then I started on paperwork. At first it was easy shredding old bank statements and tossing expired product information books and warranties into the recycling bin. I found a huge stack of medical articles that I had collected from when I was sick a few years ago. They covered every subject from irregular heartbeats, to sleep disorders and anxiety. It was cathartic to throw all of that stuff away!
Now I have reached an interesting phase of the project. While I wouldn't quite classify these papers as sentimental, they are certainly a part of my story. I found a file box with folders dating back to my graduate school days in the early to mid-90's. Each file I opened was a new discovery, or should I say rediscovery, of who I was at that time. And yet, I could also draw parallels to my life today.
One of the folders I opened contained a stack of invoices from 1996, when I had worked as a freelance consultant for a local public health agency. It was just after I quit my first big corporate health care job. I had finished graduate school and gotten my Masters in Healthcare Administration. Once I started working, I quickly became disillusioned. So I left Minnesota and moved in with my parents back in Michigan.
I always remember it fondly as the time I worked in a bar called 3D and folded jeans on the giant denim wall at Old Navy. I had completely forgotten that I also took a part-time consulting job developing a training program to help educate nurses about the conversion to managed care that was going on in Michigan at the time. Of course, I would go on to play a pivotal role in that conversion, working at three different Medicaid managed care plans in Michigan over the next 15 years.
Here I am 20 years later, and I find myself in almost the exact same situation. I left my corporate health care job and I am working as a freelance writer. Plus, I am working a retail job at Anthropologie. The only thing missing is the night job at the bar. Even though the tips were good, I am pretty sure I couldn't stay up late closing the bar down five nights a week for any amount of money!
And it's not only the experience that is the same. As I started pouring through documents, I could see my true personality shining through. All of the reasons I got into healthcare in the first place were staring right back at me. And all of the skills and talents I was lauded for back then are the same fundamental skills I have today. I read a performance review that was written after I had my first internship and it talked about my strong analytical skills and writing abilities.
And then I found a research paper I wrote at my first corporate health care job that included a review of current practices related to prenatal incentive programs for women on Medicaid. I went through a list of options for how to structure the program and included a list of operational questions that needed to be resolved. I recently wrote a business plan for a new product for one of my clients and it addressed some of those same types of issues.
Then I came across a paper I had written about child abuse prevention for one of my public health classes. And in another folder, I found the certificate that named me as a Court Appointed Special Advocate, or CASA, in Wayne County. I had enrolled in that program when I moved home from Minnesota and I had even taken on one case. In the end, it was too emotionally draining and I decided not to continue with the program.
My desire to help people who have suffered from abuse continues to this day. I recently applied for a contract position as a grant writer for a local non-profit organization that provides therapy for victims of rape and sexual abuse. There is some part of me that is drawn to these situations, although I am not sure why. I was fortunate to be raised in a loving family and I have never suffered these types of horrific acts. Yet I am compelled to help in some way.
Reading through these documents reminds me that I am the same person I was 20 years ago. Perhaps I lost sight of that for about 15 years, but I am finding my way back now. Although I still have many folders left to sort through in my file boxes, I feel like I am closer than ever to the answers I have been seeking. And I am certain that the path I am on will lead me to the exact place where I am meant to be.
We all grow and change over time. But I believe there is a certain part of us, our core being, that remains the same. Sometimes it may become overshadowed by other aspects of our life, or remain dormant under layers of obligations and expectations. Sometimes its quiet voice may be drowned out by our own fears and doubts. And yet it remains, waiting to be discovered once again.