Closets full of color-coordinated separates hanging, equally spaced, on matching hangers.   

Spices, lined up alphabetically, each jar equidistant from the cabinet’s edge.  Each label reflecting the overhead kitchen light just so.  

Sigh.

That right there is the sound of contentment as it passes through your lips. 

Those ARE things of beauty; there is NO doubt.   

As a matter of fact, I firmly believe you’d be hard-pressed to find a person who would willingly choose shirts dangling willy-nilly from hangers left askew or spices teetering devil-may-care out of overstuffed cupboards.  Can you say midnight tripping hazards?!

A girl’s gotta be careful though.  That beautiful imagery up there?  It can be dangerous.  
See, it’s super easy to get caught up in the trappings of an outwardly organized life.  Trappings that, instead of freeing you from the soul-crushing C.R.A.P. (chaos, resentment, anxiety, and panic) of everyday-ness, serve as just another prison in which we find ourselves locked.  Just another failure we find ourselves guilty of.  

Gorgeously patterned bins filled just shy of the brim.

Closets full of color-coordinated separates hanging, equally spaced, on matching hangers. 
Spices, lined up alphabetically, each jar equidistant from the cabinet’s edge.  Each label reflecting the overhead kitchen light just so.  

Sigh.

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