Hope Floats

I am feeling so good, lately.  

My heart, although battered, is full.  I am alone, but not lonesome.  Things are static, but not boring.  I wake up anxious to see what my day will bring me, instead of wishing I didn’t have to get out of bed.  When night falls, I am happy to wash away the day and climb into my cozy sanctuary, free of anyone or anything weighing me down.  And when I lay my head down on my pillow, it swims with positive affirmations and I allow myself to feel proud of who I am and who I am becoming.

I am hopeful.

It’s been a long time since I was able to say that, in all honesty. Hope has been such a fleeting feeling for me in the past.  Here today, gone tomorrow.  This feeling I have now feels more permanent.  It feels like whenever I start to doubt myself, or think about the not so charming things of the past, there’s a voice that whispers inside my skull, "Stop worrying–you’re good."  More than that though, I believe it.

I’m not really sure how or why this overwhelming sense of calm and content has showered over me, but I’m not questioning it.  

I’m good.