TIME HEALS ALL THINGS, ALL WOUNDS, ALL PAINS

Today has been oh so good. This month has been re-awaking, it was my re-birth into feeling complete, feeling whole. I came home from the most uplifting day at church followed by feeding the ducks all while soaking in the smiling sun.
Today I was aware, my soul was home - exactly where it needed to be.
It has been a long time since I have felt the way I have in this month of March.
Last night I felt like something was missing, I felt like I was so close to reaching what I had been working on for what felt like forever and I couldn't quite grasp it. I realized in the quiet hours of the early morning, that I had been afraid of uncertainty, I had been afraid of what I could not control.
I finally reached this point of the mountain of my life, the one I had been searching so feverishly for, it was that I no longer fear the future, because the future is today, it's happening right under my nose, and I am happy. I sat there and couldn't help but see myself through this long line of hard things, it's like I had saw myself from mid December to now. I saw myself in all these different stages. I saw myself go from struggling just to stand on my own two feet, to picking myself back up and standing, to wondering when it was going to get easy. I saw myself in that drastic phase, the one where you swear you'll run everyday and get a new hair cut, move to a new city, something to reinvent myself. Yet - I focused that energy by reinventing my spiritual soul, my inner heart, and my conscience mind. I then reached a new phase, the one where I saw myself come to the truth that I knew that life does not get easier, that I was merely getting stronger. I saw myself not only standing, but this time I was running, I was running with full force, I saw smiles creep on my face and I began to laugh more, each of these things with purpose and real meaning.

It has taken time, it has taken a real effort, it has taken work.
But here I am. I am back, and it has been the simple things that I have brought me home - because it doesn't need to be complicated, and this feeling is too familiar to be called anything else.