In a month I turn another year older. So many thoughts run through my mind. I'm doing better than I have in months. I danced around my house the other night. I played games and laughed with friends. I participated in conversations. It all felt good. It all felt normal.
My only regret in getting older is that it took me so long to get here. To allow myself to dance and laugh. And be ok.
Today: Like most, I'm trying to figure things out. Sometimes that's day by day, moment by moment, and even breath by breath.