I've always loved how a clean room feels like a clean start.
A clean slate, clean day, clean life.
Suddenly everything seems brighter...more pursuable, even. Put-together and optimistic. Pure and kempt. Focus re-fixed, motivation renewed; life graspable for a few moments. It's as if because I can accomplish picking up the mess I've made in stacks of clothing and untouched textbooks, I instantaneously have the means and ability to clean up my life.
It's an ephemeral feeling, but it's nice.
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