Thank goodness that my husband and I can both live with a bit of clutter. okay, a lot of clutter. Although I am given to spending the last hour of the day in tender putter mode, putting the newspapers in piles. At some point, I decided I could have gleaming floors and counters or finish the book I was writing. We don't live in filth (thank you, Rosa)  and most of the clutter is books.  Those austere minimalist houses aren't zen, anyway; they are crazy making. Leave one set of keys on the counter and the effect is ruined.
I did roll up all my socks into balls and color code them, Marie kondo-style.  It makes me happy every time I open the sock drawer. I think the socks like it too, since many of the missing socks returned from wherever they were gadding about.