Meeting myself again. That’s what my past week or so has felt like. An exercise in re-acquaintment with me. Raising my eyes from a good read and realizing that I am smiling even though the story line is sad and the smile on my lips having more to do with a sense of well being than from the novel’s plot.
Singing along with some tunes played from song lists made from years ago. Breaking out into dance. Oh yeah! I remember you ~ so glad to have me back.
Being glad to wake up. Looking forward to special time planned with my daughter and then savoring every moment of that time when it arrives. Being present. And not wishing that I were anywhere else.
Returning to my center. Saying hello. You look a little different. Let’s catch up with our news. I’ll put the teakettle on.