Vitamin memorial...
Is This a Closet or an Emotional Portal?
šµ [Imaginary Theme music: whimsical, sparkly, slightly chaotic]
Hi. Iām Angela⦠Queen of Focus-ish.
Which is ironic, because I once tried to find a power cord and ended up reorganizing the entire kitchen, pantry, and possibly my sense of self.
Iāve spent the last five days decluttering my house. Every cabinet. Every closet. Every expired bottle of optimism labeled āAshwagandha.ā
Turns out,Ā if you ask an ADHD brain to throw away vitamins, it will hesitate. Not because theyāre useful. But because you paid for them. During a phase. Possibly at 2 a.m. after watching one too many Instagram reels that promised āclarity and emotional peaceā in a capsule.
And now I have a vitamin graveyard.
I should make a memorial shelf. With a candle.
āTo all the supplements I never remembered to take⦠we barely knew ye.ā
[Sound: tiny ghost vitamin voice: āTake me with foodā¦ā]
Anyway. The closets.
There is nothing more spiritual than cleaning out a linen closet that has not been touched since Obamaās second term.
You find things.
Like mystery cords that donāt connect to anything made in this decade.
And paperwork that feels like a ghost of your most ambitious self.
And swag. SO MUCH SWAG.
Regional burner swag.
Glittery name tags from events I donāt remember attending.
Half-melted lip balm labeled āRadical Self-Care 2018.ā
I should start a podcast just for that.
āSwag Spiral: What Is This and Why Did I Keep It?ā
Tagline: One trinket. One memory. One emotional crisis at a time.
[inhale]
But you know what happened in all that chaos?
I found clarity.
Because while I was scrubbing, sorting, and whispering apologies to my spice rack, I was dancing to songs I forgot I loved.
Voice-recording book ideas.
Writing blog posts in my head.
Feeling⦠dare I say⦠proud?
Because hereās the truth:
I used to think I was a disorganized mess.
Turns out, Iām just⦠a glitter tornado of intention.
So if youāre standing in front of your office like itās a cursed templeā¦
If your vitamin shelf is one wrong breath from collapsing like a Jenga tower of regretsā¦
If you opened one drawer and ended up emotionally reliving your entire 20sā¦
Youāre not alone.
Youāre just part of the Squirrel Squad.
Weāre focused.
Ish.
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Until then, stay squirrelly, my friends.
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