I had one evening where tomorrow did not touch me

Dear Delyara, No planning. No school timings. No list. No checking. No emotional rehearsal for next week. No “must remember.” No quiet panic dressed up as being organised. Just one evening where my mind stayed with my body instead of leaning forward into the next demand before the current one had even finished being lived. That felt like peace in the only form I really trust now: ordinary, unperformed, complete enough to reach me. Not a spiritual high. Just rest without future inside it. I think I need much more of that than I have been admitting.