Look, I’m not the most organized person in the world, so I get it. I have a system in my mind where I know exactly where everything is, even if it’s a black t-shirt somewhere in the middle of a pile of other black t-shirts. And I’m telling you you know it’s trouble the second your art studio smells like lemon cleaner and your canvases are lined up like items in a fancy shop window. One grocery run, and suddenly every brush you’ve ever owned is alphabetized, your reference collage is locked in a plastic sleeve, and your half-finished sculptures are breathing stale air on a shelf. The chaos that fed all your good ideas has vanished. One sister with a corporate mindset steamrolled years of creative habit in an afternoon and now expects a medal for organizing your universe.