I’ve been in a rut for quite a while. Maybe I’m being a tad dramatic, but I can’t remember the last time I felt any joy. Not the ‘new norm sort of happy,’ where you’re smiling but gritting your teeth at the same time. Actually happy.
This morning was the first in weeks where I woke up in a good mood for no reason. Maybe it’s because of the colder weather, finally transitioning into autumnal bliss. Maybe it’s the refresh on my appearance, as trivial as it is. Maybe it’s because everyone I care about is in good health (always so grateful for that, especially these days!). Maybe it’s the random burst of inspiration finding its way back to me, after scraping against an empty well for months.
It’s hard to pinpoint why I’m feeling good today, but it’s reminding me to pick up my pace and keep moving forward. The end may not be in sight, but until then, I have to keep going.