I woke in a good place. Meditation lingered gently endless minutes and quiet breaths longer than usual. I am unconcerned.

Last night was sweet and quiet, and the painful conversations of the evening prior carried only positive value into  last night’s emotional space. It’s nice to feel heard, understood, and comforted.

There’s so much more to growing and learning than the bits that feel good. Sometimes it is the very small gestures, the subtle pleasures, that mean the most.

Small things matter.

Small things matter.