I've been cleaning my room. Throwing away papers, and itemizing trinkets, photos, drawings from my niece.
I've stumbled upon a folder, the collection of pages and photos from an old, difficult relationship. I don't linger on it. I shove it away, since really, it's over, over, over. Those photos we smiled in are nice, but they are from a time when I was unaware of the lessons I had to learn.
I think I smile differently now. Not in a bad way. Just...I'm different now. Better, mostly, but just not the same.
The room is almost tidy again. That feels good. Even if other things in the universe are confusing, I can make the room a more welcoming place. Time to rest, and then finish my cleaning tomorrow.