I will be the first to admit that I love a drawer full of clean underpants.  I washed a load today, hung them on the line.  A soft breeze and autumn sun dried them as the delicates they are, and I filled the top drawer of my bedroom dresser.  For the next luxurious 17 to 24 days, I can reach in without a second thought and start my day.  Heaven.  
There is a craze right now for The Home Edit.  An organizational wonder.  An everything in its place extravaganza.  As one who celebrates the beauty of a drawer full of clean underpants, of course I am not immune to the seductive qualities of a clean closet, pantry, and/or kitchen cupboard.  I watched the full series of The Home Edit on Netflix, and continue to follow them on Instagram.  My honey now rests separately, but just next to the vanilla.  My shoes do not touch each other.  My blouses, pants and coats are color coordinated and my jeans lay neatly beside.  
It is aesthetically pleasing, for sure.  But maybe, and I can only speak for me, the real joy is in the control.  I have the power to sort, combine, display, any way I want.  I can create it just the way I want it, and it makes me happy.  Each morning when I easily pull a pair of shoes from the closet, I smile and clutch my heart, and I am saved.  
I cannot control the election, the pandemic, the wild fires, nor the floods.  So maybe I take a little extra care of finding that peace of mind in my closets, in my life.  The world is pretty crazy now.  We are not in control, but we can still make a difference.  We can be the example we want to see.  We can live the best lives we know how.  We can listen, learn, love, as if it all makes a difference… because it does.  It truly matters.  And so today, I filled my drawer with clean underpants.  I filled out my ballot.  And I voted.  I may not have control, but I have a voice.  You can see it in my house, my art, and in my vote.