I’ve been putting love letters, random thoughts on paper etc into a drawer. Today I started organizing that drawer. It was like a time machine, some of the papers made me travel to very painful or happy moments of my past. I’m glad I started organizing this mess, I imagine that the energy of all that clutter is not healthy for me. I even managed to burn some of the papers that couldn’t be recycled, but the task I have in front of me seems overwhelming.