Good Day

Dear Delyara, Today was not extraordinary. And that is why I am writing about it. I woke up before my alarm. I drank coffee while it was still hot. No one upset me. Nothing bad happened. I laughed once, for real. I made dinner. I answered messages. I felt present in my own life for most of the day. A few years ago, I would have overlooked a day like this. Now I understand that a good day is not small. A good day is a life rebuilding itself.