Been clearing my room progressively. All useless things of no sentimental value must go.
Photos & journal entries hark back to days long past. Of earlier thoughts, events and seasons.
Oh how we move on...
We all have memories we want to discard. We thought we already did, but they bubble up, sometimes unexpectedly, from the recesses within. Perhaps memories are as powerful as you ascribe them to be.
Whatever's happened in the past, don't be beholden to it. It doesn't determine your future. Today's choices do--unless you choose to do nothing.
How do you know you've room for new things in your life? It's certainly not just about diving headlong into them and expecting instant adaptation. It's not about juggling more and more things together, because some will quickly fall from the lack of focus. So what is it?
Accomodating through space and behavior seems to be it.
Without the new, the mundane & routine dominate.
Make a choice.