I had one evening where nothing in me was rushing ahead

Dear Delyara, No tomorrow-loading. No rehearsal. No quiet panic hiding inside organisation. No second life in my head preparing for what had not happened yet. Just the evening. Dinner, a bit of tidying, a shower, warm socks, and a chair. And while I was in the chair, I stayed there mentally too. That felt almost unusual enough to name. And so I am naming it. Because peace for me right now is not some grand spiritual state. It is an hour where the future waits its turn.