Tonight it was goodbye to over 20 years of art, letters, journals, ideas and correspondences: projects, possibilities, plans and prospects on paper. Letting go. Time for the next chapter. Presence. Hope I am alright tomorrow. I definitely didn't purge everything. I kept the essentials, but am feeling lighter already. Still got a few more piles in the studio to sort. There is a fine line to holding on and to letting go. Feels weird though, to know they're all really gone and I can't just go back to them for reflection. It's in my bones now. Making space for more greatness, beauty and vibrancy.