I'm almost done with the 'special event' of tidying- doing it by the book. Like most folks here have lamented, there has been some discomfort. However, I wanted to take a moment to share and appreciate when it feels a bit like 'magic'.

A few days ago, I went through my clothes and said 'thankyoubyeee' to what I needed to discard. I looked at the hangers in my empty closet and had a twinge of grumpy. Had two sets that were different colors. One color is not my jam, but got them on clearance when I couldn't afford much.

I'll admit it. I want the uniform hangers. I set aside the broken hangers that needed to be discarded, and the ones I didn't care for and continued with the process.

Without counting, I ended up having the exact number I needed in the color I liked. Part of me was surprised and happy this worked out.…