So I send L a text this morning:
Me: It's weird to feel good....whodathunk?
And I don't mean the manicy-type good that I can feel at times, or the I'm-working-a-crowd good but just sort of normal good. Like last night I enjoyed simply helping my daughter with her homework and then we played Cooties and did a couple of puzzles. It was nice. Although at the same time I was a little unsure of myself.
I guess my current ways of withdrawing into myself and living in my head are slowly becoming my 'old' ways. I was thinking last night that although there's really no definitive line-in-the-sand for when change happens, it happens much more under-the-radar.
L responds to my text:
You're great to want to get there
To which I quickly reply with:
Yea, I wasn't complaining.....and stop with the 'great'-stuff.
Hmmm, I guess I haven't completely changed.