Everything changes. And it’s mostly great.
The mornings take on a new importance. And days without plans feel thick with love and possibility, and days with plans feel like joyful respite from the boredom that sometimes creeps in. The boredom you never expected and try to ignore.
Most days you wake wake up hopeful. Tired. Yes. But hopeful too.
Everything is different. The coffee too.
Maybe because it’s colder now by the time you get to finish it.
You feel things deeper.
You get scared.
Your anxieties rear their ugly heads.
But you feel happiness in a way you never knew you could. A deep happiness that roots somewhere in what you think might be your DNA.
Nothing is the same.
It doesn’t need to be.