Better
I'm sitting next to the window. The sun is setting and the cicadas are singing. It's not the most exciting Friday evening, but it is beautiful.
There's a whole slew of tough circumstances piling onto me right now. But I've noticed that lately I don't feel like I'm drowning in them. I feel equipped to (maybe, possibly) handle them all. And amidst all of this I can still find joy in a moments like nights out with friends, walking around the neighborhood and seeing cats sitting in people's windows, looking for weird objects in antique stores with my husband, eating good meals, and listening the cicadas' evening songs.
Is it possible that I'm in a healthier place than I was a few years ago? Is this what healing looks like?
I don't know that my life is noticeably much better than it was a few years ago. But I think I'm doing better. At least in some ways.