If emotions are water, I’m currently sitting in a deep pool that I am hesitant to name. As if the naming of it will disturb the calm surface and send me spiraling back down, and out to sea again.
I feel like I’ve found some hidden lagoon. Calm water, protected from the elements by an array of rocks, and trees.
I’m almost afraid to move because it’s so peaceful, and pretty here.
I believe what I’m feeling is happy. Happy, fulfilled, and appreciated in multiple aspects of my life right now.
Myself. Wholly, and unapologetically myself.
(Well, mostly unapologetically. Still working on the whole saying “sorry” too much thing…😅)
The waves of anxiety and depression can likely still reach me here. That’s simply the nature of such things. For now though, for this moment in time, I feel safe from it all.
For once not adrift at sea, treading water just to keep my head afloat.
I wonder if everyone experiences this feeling at some point in their lives. If so, do they worry too, or are they able to just enjoy it as it comes?
It’s strange, and even writing this makes me fear I’ll disturb the waters too much. I’m trying hard to just believe in this right now. To believe that things can really feel this good.
Please let me stay here awhile longer.
It’s just lovely.
💙💖💜
Gracefully Honest 