After an interesting day yesterday (full disclosure: this just means nothing went according to plan), I feel… Normal.
I feel.. Hopeful.
I feel like going outside, with people.
Okay, since that kind of gave me a twang of anxiety writing about it, I should come clean… I feel like facing my fears in small quantities.
I feel like testing myself.
And being OK if I don’t make the mark I set for myself.
As more time passes and I have less anxiety that used to take up all my thinking room, I now have time to reflect and find clarity.
I get it. I get that it’s not all or nothing and if sometimes I fall back into that thinking, that’s OKAY too.
I get there’s going to be good days and bad days, and today’s a good day so I’m going to make the most of what I’ve got.