Yesterday I woke up a few minutes before my 5:00 a.m. alarm chirped. And for the first time in many months, I awoke not feeling anxious. It was lovely. And it’s not like I had some great plan for how to make the school day go–I had nothing. But I had nothing plus peace.
And today I sat down with my manuscript that’s getting a tiny bit bigger every time I wrote. And that’s something to be glad about. Plus sometimes I write notes to myself like “which sounds so ridiculously Dickensian all of the sudden.” Obviously, it’s going well.