Today, my kitchen island is clean.
True, everything else in the house resembles the detritus left behind after a Wild Rumpus, but that's not the point. Just for today, and maybe only for a few hours, I have proven to myself that I have the ability to impose some semblance of order on small spaces, to conquer the clutter. Whenever I feel discouraged at my awful housekeeping today, I can stop wrestling with whatever quotidian mess I'm fighting, look toward the center of my living space, and see a serene little clearing of organization and cleanliness in the jungle of chaos.
Yes, it's a small thing, but you've gotta start somewhere.