I’m eating Mexican, drinking a Coke, and I’ve got my show on in bed—and it’s exactly what I needed right now.
I keep getting this really good feeling washing over me. Contentment? Peace? Safety? Whatever it is, it feels so damn good.
Normally I wouldn’t have been able to do this. Something that was meant to be innocent and peaceful would’ve turned into a fight. I’d get guilted for “hiding away” in the room and eating in bed, like I was doing something wrong just by trying to relax.
But now I don’t have to feel anxious for doing what I want. I can just do it and actually be happy. I’m allowed to have quiet moments that stay quiet.
I’m never giving up this feeling again.