This morning began differently, there was a quiet calm in my chest, a subtle shift I hadn’t felt in a while. A sense of slight relief, almost like my soul was taking a deep breath for the first time in weeks. And with it came something I’ve been craving, a whisper of hope for what’s still to come.
I didn’t wake up with my usual urgency, no rushing to check notifications, no immediate pull to open the laptop. Today, I gave myself permission to just be. To have a slow, soothing morning, even with the cold wind brushing against the windows.
The sun peeked through the clouds but offered no warmth, and yet it was enough. There was something oddly comforting about the contrast, bright light in cold air. Maybe that’s how healing starts. Quietly. Gently. In moments we often overlook.
The rest of the day unfolded softly. I spent it reconnecting, with friends, with family, with myself. Just simple, soul-filling conversations that asked nothing of me except to be present. And for the first time in a month, I felt an inner stillness. Even if just for a day, it felt like peace had finally pulled up a chair beside me.
No expectations. No pushing. Just presence.
And that, in itself, felt like progress.
~ Nerusha
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