Lately, life seems to be settling into a rhythm that actually feels good. I’m still waiting to hear back from the doctors about my ongoing exhaustion, and that uncertainty can be exhausting in itself. But despite that, there’s a sense that things are slowly starting to tip in the right direction.
Part of that is the small, meaningful moments I’ve been able to create for myself. I’ve been spending more time with friends—those people who make you laugh until your cheeks hurt, who listen without judgment, and who remind you what it feels like to connect. Even simple outings, a coffee, or a long chat in the park, feel like tiny pockets of joy that stack up in a way you don’t always notice until later.
I’ve also been making time to do things just for me… quiet moments, little indulgences, or hobbies that let me focus on something that isn’t about work, deadlines, or responsibilities. It feels strange how powerful it is to simply give yourself permission to slow down, to breathe, and to remember that life isn’t just about pushing through.
Of course, it’s not perfect. The exhaustion hasn’t disappeared, and the waiting for answers from the doctors is still there in the back of my mind. But alongside that, there’s a lightness creeping back in – a sense that the tough patches aren’t permanent, and that better days aren’t just hypothetical. They’re real, and they’re happening right now, in these small, quiet moments that I sometimes forget to appreciate.
Right now, I’m leaning into that feeling. I’m letting myself celebrate the little wins, the laughs with friends, the time I’ve carved out for myself. I’m reminding myself that life, even with its challenges and uncertainties, has a way of showing glimpses of goodness when you least expect it.
Sometimes, that’s enough. Sometimes, acknowledging the progress—even if it’s small—is exactly what you need to keep going. And for the first time in a while, I can honestly say that life feels good. Not perfect, not without worries, but genuinely good. And I’m grateful for that.