Hey witches,

⚠️ Content note: This post talks about big emotions like grief, anger, and being overwhelmed. Please take care of yourself and only read if you’re in the right headspace.

As much as my brain thrives on clutter, there’s a calmness when I walk into a friend’s home that feels clear, open, and welcoming. While I realize I’ll never have a perfect, spotless home (because I’m a constantly growing, evolving human being), I can have a space that feels good to me. A home that contains my “junk” and still makes me happy to be in it.