Poetic Earth

There are so many mundane things that would be considered “self-care.”

One little activity I have to do every once in a while, is clean out my makeup bag and toiletries. It usually always starts off dramatically.

I just reach in for something and realize… these brushes definitely need to be soaked. This bottle is basically empty. Why am I still holding onto this? The soap dispenser is gasping for its last drop. And suddenly I know… it’s time to reset the space where I reset myself.

I consider the bathroom somewhere sacred. It’s where I let down my hair, bare my skin, and cleanse my spirit and soul. It’s where I wash the day off my face. Where I stare at myself in the mirror without filters.

There is something oddly satisfying about soaking makeup brushes in warm water and watching all that built-up color release. It feels symbolic. Like letting go of layers. Throwing away nearly empty bottles feels like closing tiny chapters. Refilling soap dispensers feels nurturing. Wiping down counters and reorganizing my vanity feels like telling myself, “You deserve to feel good here.”

We overlook these small resets because they seem ordinary. But ordinary care is still care.

Energy lives in objects. It lives in the spaces we get ready in. It lives in the rooms where we fall apart and rebuild ourselves. When my bathroom feels fresh and intentional, my mornings feel softer. My nights feel calmer. My spirit feels less scattered.

When is the last time you cleaned out your toiletries?