the ordinary life i used to fear
I keep sitting with this peace I can't quite explain.
No job, no plans, no people... just a lot of open space where life used to feel so certain.
By every measure, my life should feel like it's adrift, and yet I've never felt so...
contented?
Makes me wonder, back when everything was lined up, why did I spend so much of it feeling restless?
My days have become rather... mundane.
Most mornings begin the same.
Breakfast. Devotions. Cats weaving between my feet. A house that needs tending.
Nothing extraordinary.
A year ago, I probably would've mistaken a life like this for one that had somehow lost its momentum.
Now, I find myself strangely fulfilled.
I don't feel that familiar pull anymore, the one that kept convincing me whatever came next would finally be enough.