So last night, I was making my go-to comfort meal: spaghetti and meatballs. The sauce was bubbling, garlic was sizzling, I was in my element—until I reached for a pan and realized it was buried under a small mountain of dishes in the sink. image by pixabay Total kitchen chaos. And then came the classic…

Let me set the scene. It’s mid-November. I’m wrapped in three layers of sweaters, slippers on, sipping lukewarm coffee I’ve reheated twice (because…life), and looking out my window. image by pixabay Snow. Again. The sky is that grayish-white where the clouds just kinda sit there like they’re bored, and there’s zero color anywhere. And all…

Look –I’m NOT a Type A person. My brain doesn’t see a cabinet and automatically map out a perfect organization system. Is that you too? I can scroll TikTok for hours watching people fold fitted sheets and label bins with perfect vinyl decals—but ask me to organize my kitchen? Maybe tomorrow. But guess what? Now…