my own photo
Today was a good day. It was gorgeous. I felt great. I put on a dress. I went downtown. Later I went to work. Nothing special happened. But I actually felt good. For no apparent reason. That hasn’t happened in a very long time. And it felt good. To not have sadness oozing from my pores. To not have anxiety about absolutely nothing. To not feel a constant sense of not doing good enough, not being good enough.
It’s wonderful when these days arrive. I cherish them. And when they aren’t brought on by some external boost, like some wonderful connection with a person or some lovely experience to look forward to, it’s much much sweeter. I’ve actually been pretty crushed by a few things lately and in spite of it all I felt amazing anyway.
Wearing a sundress, covered in butterflies, with the most perfect clouds and the most gorgeous breeze, feeling comfortable being alone while surrounded by crowds of people was enough today.