There’s a feeling I’ve been waiting more than two years to feel.
The feeling that everything will be OK, that good things are going to happen, that everything is coming together and things are worth working for again. That not-wanting-to-sleep because everything seems either too exciting or too worthwhile. Where my stresses pale in insignificance, because the positives are overwhelming.
Elusive hope. I have been waiting for you, wondering if our paths would cross again. And now I am here. I feel it. I am IN IT.
That’s such a relief; when your hope is lost life is not so much fun. It’s back!