It’s been five days since I’ve written anything.
Four days since a journal entry
I’m not sure what happened.
I had been doing well with the challenge, with writing more consistently.
And yet, here I am.
Even typing on my laptop feels strange, a little foreign.
It’s fun, though, like a new activity, almost haha.
Like rediscovering something, perhaps myself.
It’s always been that, though.
A rediscovering of myself.
Coming home to myself.
In new ways, every time.
I surprise myself sometimes.
The person I am, the person I’ve become, the person I’m becoming.
It’s surprising to me how much I can enjoy this life, enjoy myself, enjoy those I’ve attracted.
It’s surprising to me how lovely life is, how full and complete it is, every single damn day.
I am tickled and delighted.
There are so many things to say, I don’t know what to say.
I can only say that I’ve never been happier in my life,
even through the times I’ve cried the past couple weeks,
through the moments of sadness and longing,
through the healing.
I’m loved so much, too much, to be anything less than happy.
P.S. Birthday party post from this past weekend coming soon…