This feels like gratitude in socks, not a trophy, Odel...
Quiet, human, a little messy — waking up and going, “oh. everything’s back,” and choosing to stay anyway. The emotions rushing in like rowdy kids is such a perfect image. No fixing, no bypassing, just breathing and listening.
That final question lands gently, not preachy — more like a nudge on the shoulder. Gratitude as a small daily hello, not a finish line.
This feels like gratitude in socks, not a trophy, Odel...
Quiet, human, a little messy — waking up and going, “oh. everything’s back,” and choosing to stay anyway. The emotions rushing in like rowdy kids is such a perfect image. No fixing, no bypassing, just breathing and listening.
That final question lands gently, not preachy — more like a nudge on the shoulder. Gratitude as a small daily hello, not a finish line.
Love this line: gratitude is a small daily hello ☺️
Thank you, Asuka
Thank you for the reminder. Such a gentle poem.
Thank you for your kind words ☺️
Thank you 😊!