Disorder can become emotionally expensive even before becoming practically expensive.

Long before disorder costs you money or time, it costs you a kind of low background unease. The room you avoid, the drawer you do not open, the pile you walk past, all carry a small charge of postponed obligation, and together they produce a sense of being behind. That feeling is out of proportion to the actual work involved. It is the anticipation rather than the task.

Deal with one of those charged spots this week, even a small one. The relief is usually disproportionate to the effort. That mismatch is worth exploiting deliberately.