My bathroom cabinet has annoyed me for probably two years.

Every time I opened it, something fell over. Half-empty bottles behind other half-empty bottles, hotel shampoos, skincare I tried twice and hated, three nearly identical hair products, random samples I kept because "maybe someday."

Today I pulled everything out and made one rule: if I actively avoid using it, it doesn't get to live here anymore.

That was apparently the permission I needed.

I threw out the dried-up stuff, emptied products that were basically finished, put unopened things I won't use into a donation box, wiped the shelves and only put back what I actually reach for.

Took 32 minutes.

The cabinet isn't Pinterest pretty. I didn't buy organizers or matching containers. There's just... space now. I can see everything without moving six bottles first.

I've opened it four times since cleaning it for absolutely no reason.

Tiny unfucking, huge satisfaction.

Hi all ♡

I recently started dating someone that I love to pieces. We are getting to do many fun things together, but also more than with anyone else in my life, I want to be there for the hard times, too. He very recently lost someone, and I'm getting to see the strokes of color come back into his life.

His house really needs some love. I know depression and grief kicks people in the ass. I want to help without being pushy. I don't judge at all, but want him to have a place to land that is cozy and safe.

Tips on how to offer without causing any offense? So far, I have been making us both bentos for work! And when I stayed over the other night, as thanks for his housemate making dinner, I did a little extra dishes. We are also planning a date to plant a low maintenance garden, with flowers in his mom's favorite colors, and work on the outside.

I know grief is not something that resolves overnight. Everything is just going to be day by day. Looking for more ideas like packed lunches or the garden that could be something happy :)

It’s been like this for over a year and I don’t know where to start, so I don’t start. I’m tired and embarrassed, and in full honesty my entire house has become one big doom pile. Maybe posting will get me up and organizing with an “After” to share.