I wanted one corner of life to feel caught up

Dear Delyara, Not the whole life. Just one corner. One place where I wasn’t behind, or carrying something unfinished, or vaguely guilty, or trying to remember what I forgot. One area that looked touched by care, order, and enough attention that it didn’t quietly accuse me of running low. I cleaned one shelf. That became the corner. It sounds so small. And yet it changed the emotional atmosphere of the evening more than anything larger might have. I think sometimes a little visible order gives the nervous system hope. I needed that tonight.