June 5, 2022

I’ve been tracking myself long enough to know when an OCD-type flare is brewing. PMS, Sunday Scaries, transitions in and out of our home are all triggers for my effective-yet-unhealthy coping mechanisms. Organizing a closet is better than binging on Netflix or doom scrolling, but it doesn’t settle me into my bones. What does, I’m learning, is the discipline required to ride the wave and resist the urge. Today, I went upstairs with the intention of purging clothes and instead, put on a wacky outfit and tidied in the sun. I’m in my bones today.