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How sunlight streams through the sliding glass onto my half smiling face as I sit quietly

How Ólafur Arnalds' neo-classical track settles gently in my soul

How Ten, my familiar, lays close enough beside me that I can hear him peacefully purr

It's in these moments that I am thankful

for time,

a friend,

a home...

a life.

The morning's little things:

The way Ten said hello by happily pouncing onto my bed;

How my tea was suitably sweet as I slowly sipped it in the dimly lit kitchen;

When I drew the curtains to let in light & the sun's rays rushed into my unprepared eyes.

In those moments all was quiescent & I was thankful to have a bed, a home, a friend...a life.

The morning's little things:

The way Ten said hello by happily pouncing onto my bed;

How my tea was suitably sweet as I slowly sipped it in the dimly lit kitchen;

When I drew the curtains to let in light & the sun's rays rushed into my unprepared eyes.

In those moments all was quiescent & I was thankful to have a bed, a home, a friend...a life.

One of the hardest lessons I've learned is that forgiveness and reconciliation aren't the same thing. Friendship, romance, family: it's all the same.

I can genuinely hope someone heals and still decide they no longer get access to me. I can genuinely love someone, but from a distance.

That wasn't an overnight realization. That took learning through failed attempts to hopefully love them enough they'd change. I'm no longer a fixer or a potential cultivator.

It was compassion with boundaries. It was also understanding that forgiveness frees me from carrying the burden of heavy emotional weight.

It was protecting my peace.