CLEANING
BY WALLACE CALEB BATES
I finally tackled my closet this evening, which had been less of a storage space and more of a gigantic mess until now.
I forgot I owned some shoes, I found shirts I swore I would wear again (lies), and I discovered enough wire hangers to open a dry cleaner’s franchise. All of it got the reckoning it deserved.
I am not finished. Not even close. But progress is progress, and I can actually see the floor now. That feels like a win.
Sorting is still to be done, and bags need to be donated. But for now, I did something. I moved the needle, and sometimes, that is enough.
Tomorrow? We do a little more.