I came across a post the other day that stopped me mid-scroll. Someone had stayed up all night cleaning their room – something they hadn’t properly tackled in years – and they were buzzing with pride about it. Their sister had helped move furniture, and the transformation had them feeling like a weight had been lifted off their shoulders.

There’s something deeply relatable about that feeling, isn’t there? We’ve all been there – that moment when you finally tackle the thing you’ve been avoiding, and suddenly you can breathe again.