I cleaned out the refrigerator today, really cleared it out, scrubbing and wiping until everything was clean. There was old mayo I had made from scratch now covered with patches of furry mold from when we first moved into our apartment, about the first week of August. No wonder it reeked whenever anyone opened the fridge door. Emptying out old containers and dumping leftovers that never got eaten felt surprisingly cathartic. It always surprises me at how expansive I feel, my mind a little clearer, whenever I clean out something I’ve neglected for quite some time, whether it’s my fridge, purse, or room. The very act of cleaning the clutter actually clears my brain, leaving me with a sense of ease. I really need to remember this the next time I feel stressed.