I left something unresolved and still had access to calm

Dear Delyara, There was a time when unresolved things stole entire evenings from me. Now, a little more often, they don’t. This week something stayed unfinished, unanswered, uncertain — and still I ate, sat down, softened, let the lights go low, and found my way to a room that felt kind enough to be in. I’m not saying I didn’t think about the unfinished thing. I’m saying it didn’t own all the oxygen. That feels like peace. Not perfect peace. Usable peace.