Diary Entry 203
Dear Twila,
It’s been awhile. A lot has happened since we last spoke. I nearly went somewhere I couldn’t come back from, but … I didn’t. I’m still here, and I’m glad for that.
I’ve learned some pretty valuable stuff over the last few weeks.
I’ve learned it’s the little things that make up a greater sense of well-being.
With how overwhelming life can get, or more accurately, my mind, I found that focusing on the little things helps a lot.
When my thoughts are spiraling into places I can’t afford to go, I like to focus on those small things.
The rich aroma of percolating coffee.
Rough capybara fur gliding between my fingers.
Cold raindrops on my bare skin.
The smell of old and new books.
Running my hands through soft blades of grass.
Lavender bubble baths.
The first crack in the spine of a new notebook.
The steady and strong rhythm of Dante’s heartbeat beneath my ear.
I could go on, but I’d waste all your paper, Twila.
You get the point. I’ve found so many little things that serve as reminders for when I’m struggling.
They remind me to keep pushing forward, even when it’s hard.
They remind me that, even on hard days, these finer details will remain to ground me in happier thoughts and better memories.
When I started looking for those things in everyday life, I started to find my footing again.
Did I tell you, Twila? I’m writing a really great story right now.
I know I started writing to you when I was a nobody, but maybe that’s all changing.
I choose to believe that’s the case. Wish me luck, Twila!
Serenity