A Little Closer...

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Things are really falling into place for me lately. 

This is no accident. I have been working hard. I just feel the need to document it all because I am beyond grateful. 

Five years ago I could not have imagined where I am today. Well, actually--I imagined them, but I just did not know if they were ever possible. The woman I am today felt like a shattered dream that could never become a reality for the past versions of myself. When I look back at 2013, 2015, 2017, or 2019 Haley, each of those feels like a different person that I barely know now and do not miss. 

I used to believe I was broken. In some ways, I was. I was sick.

No longer. I am whole, I am healed, I am well. I am content with where I am and who I am. 

I have recently made friends with my body and brain again after the long journey we went on and the mistrust that followed. I was so angry at my brain for betraying me and attacking itself. That brain illness took such a toll on my poor body over an entire decade. My twenties were essentially stolen from me. It took a long time before I could reintegrate myself, but now I am finally at that point. 

My heart has felt lighter today. I'm feeling a little closer to the dreams that have laid dormant in my heart for a long time. I know that these types of feelings don't last forever--they are often fleeting. That is the nature of feelings, after all. So I'll give this one a gentle hug of recognition and gratitude before it goes, and take a few more steps toward all the beautiful things I see in my future. 

Dear reader, may you come to find joy in the simple things today. 

Sincerely,

Haley

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