It’s bright out, and the forecast says it’ll be sunny all week, it’s like a miracle.
Ive been slowly shifting my time on smaller projects to build up momentum towards larger goals, and have been reminding myself that learning how to rest doesn’t mean I’m quitting. Prioritizing and moving forward doesn’t always coincide with emotional contentment but after some consistency and an almost regular sleep habit I feel a little sharper than I have in a while. And the sting of what usually occupies my mind has dulled for now, thankfully.
I’d been upset over things I had no control over for a very long time, and added fuel to the fire by contriburing to those things with my own actions. You’ve been honest enough to not fight for me, even though I was insistent that you were the one. Past the frustration and heartache, I could never be angry at you for your honesty, and it was wrong of me to try and force you into a role you didn’t want to fill. We have a mutual understanding that we care for one another, and that’s sufficient. You’re not the love of my life, and I’m not the love of yours as I’d previously hoped to be. And that’s okay, it gives me the chance to appreciate days like today, and weeks like this. It’s been a long time since I’ve been this hopeful. And it gives me the chance to be open when I find the one who will fight for me as I would for them.