Snooze Victory

Okay folks, last night was a fucking winner.

I slept.

I fuckingggggg slept.

You ever wake up and feel like the world just cracked open and let some sunlight back in? That’s me today. I wish I could bottle this energy and let you feel it. The way the fresh air whipped through my car windows on the drive to work, the way it felt alive again instead of heavy.

Sure, I still needed coffee (let’s be honest, that’ll never change), but damn…what a difference a full night of rest makes. It’s wild how much of life feels possible when your body isn’t running on fumes.

This morning I reread my post about the kind of community I eventually want to live in, and something about dreaming of that made me happy all over again. Like a small reminder that I can build the life I want, one grounded in connection and meaning. It’s not some faraway fantasy. It’s just waiting for me to be ready.

And with sleep in me, I can miss her without feeling like I’m crumbling.

I can hold awareness that I’m scared of this upcoming therapy session without it suffocating me.

I’m honestly so used to only feeling when it’s all consuming that idk if I’m even actually feeling these things or if I’m just cognitively aware that they exist.

Anyways. Today rocks for the simple fact that I feel lighter.

Look at that score