I won a bonus room in a contest, a room added to my house. I decided to paint it black and store all my bad memories, advice, inappropriate comments, toxicity, the failures, anger, frustration, depression, and bad recipes.
In one corner I will store all my ear wax.
Regrets? No, I keep my regrets in my back pocket in case I get too full of myself. Recalling what could have been brings me back to earth.
I will need one strong cleaning woman to come in once a week to fumigate my room. Someone who will not judge me.
It will be my emotional mud room.
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