I'm so happy to be home today. Waking up in my own bed was like a dream come true. As I awoke in the morning, still in that almost awake phase, and felt my own blankets around me and my feather mattress topper undreneath me, I held my breath. It took me several moments to realize it was true, I was home. I let out a large long sigh of pure relief. It took another several minutes for my brain to compute what I had done and been through in the last few days and was able to convince myself at the end that everything is okay.
And then I was able to get out of bed.
As the morning has plowed on and I had my mini rituals of tea while reading the paper, washing out my eyes (because of my lack of being able to produce tears) and had a hot bath, a sense of happiness filled me.
When I look out my windows they are filled with sunshine and billowing pink clouds. The blossoms waited for me to get back.
I'm eating something and am going to go for a lengthy walk to let this happiness wash over me. I feel a renewed sense of relief, hope and joy. I have a fleeting feeling that maybe my future might cough up something in my favour after all. Maybe I can get this roller-coaster of a life under control? Maybe I can still rule the world?
Or maybe I'm just having a great day.