The Marie Kondo Craze: She’s a Fika Queen

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I am a pop culture consumer. Moreover, I’m a Netflix fanatic. When these words collide I collapse with enthusiasm and delve deep into an obsessive state where productivity is halted and passion is catapulted. It feels ironic to write that last sentence since passion should propel productivity. However, I’m sidelined by an overflow of passion. Why? Mostly because it takes me longer than most to process. But I don’t think of this as entirely detrimental since I experience most things repeatedly and openly. For this, I’m grateful.

I hopped on board the Marie Kondo train when it came racing to my attention a few months ago. The idea that the organization of one’s home is connected to happiness is something I strongly believe in. And while I haven’t completely kondofied my life, I have taken small steps in the adaption of some of her methodologies and magic.

But what is it about her way of folding clothes or evaluating junk for joy that makes her so appealing?

It’s fika. Watch an episode. She talks a lot. More importantly, she listens. People pour their hearts out to her. A pivotal point in her conversations is the meaning behind mess.  And while she’s teaching us the perfect pants fold or the value in making a bed, she’s also demonstrating the power behind pausing to exchange.

And here’s where it gets really fun for me. Dozens of friends are riding the Kondo express with me. Everyone is in a rush to get their living space up to Marie’s standards. But very few are striking up the conversation element to the show. I find this interesting since the success of the show is in large part due to the storylines.

Listen, I’m riding to tidy town. There’s no denying the weight of chaos. All I’m asking is for a revisitation of the fika queen’s process. Talk about the stuff.

And like any good fika will do, the conversation will elevate and emphasize so much more than we anticipated. Ah, the power of conversation.

I’m off to purge the closet.

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