Today was a good day. Rain was had,
and sunshine for you photophiles. Opportunities arose and were
seized. Today was the kind of day that should happen slightly more
often. Not too much so, for fear of it getting old, but slightly
more often than it does.
It leave one, when the time for sleep
approaches, with no thoughts left hanging from the day. It is
pleasant not to have those little nags of things left undone or
unsaid. To look at that day and see only a satisfaction with what
has been done that day. It is a rare draught with which to find
one's rest.
And in that rest, to know that tomorrow
will simply be another normal day. Without that sense of completion,
without that calm satisfaction that has filled the last few hours of
this one.
I spent much of my life remembering the
bad times, obsessing over them, able to remember little else. I like
the fact that now I can do things differently, that I can think of
the good things that happened without being lost in every tiny
misstep, every mistake. It is a sign to me that I have come great
distances since I started working to heal myself. Over 13 years now,
and my progress shows in simply being able to sit and smile over a
good day. A quiet accomplishment, and one I treasure.
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