There is something soothing about ripping pages out of an old spiral notebook, keeping a few pages to revisit, and having more blank pages to continue filling.

There is something soothing about finishing this task, picking out the loose pieces that detach and stick to the spirals.

There is something Zen-like about calmly picking away the trailing pieces, piling them into a small mound, then rolling it all together to set free–to make way for the new.