Wash your sheets.
Spray your countertops. Vacuum. Dust the chairs you’ve used as a “temporary” TV stand for the past six months. Scrub the tub free from your feetprints. Change. Your. Underwear.
Exfoliate your home when your pores feel dark with worry. Clear off the mask of filth you wear when you are sad, and reveal how lovely everything is underneath. If you are too flat-out to wash, close your eyes and remember a time that there weren’t remnants of kale littering the kitchen floor. Imagine you know exactly what to do with your old pillows (where, exactly, was the line between too few and WAY TOO MANY, and how did I miss the “just enough” phase?)
When everything is consumed by the garbage of the world, know that you organizing your space is like digging for treasure you yourself buried. Or, your family buried for you. What I’m saying is this: today you have a house to clean. Move your possessions around like a wealthy and savvy investor. You take for granted what you could take ownership of, and you take ownership of things you are not granted.
Wash your hands. Brush your teeth. Laugh at the cobwebs tumbling from corners as you gently dismantle them (or not). Push the cabinet door closed.
You have more control than you ever thought you would.
Next Steps: Drink a glass of water, sweep the kitchen floor, and, for the love of all that is good in this bleak world, put your cup in the dishwasher when you are done with it.