You could smell the sweet scent of flowers on the air this morning. The world seems so alive after a drab and dead-like winter. The jubilant calls of catbirds could be heard on every corner as I walked as they guarded their territory. I live for spring and summer. It seems I am just holding my ground during fall and winter when the temperatures drop and the leaves fall.
A strong line of storms came through as I ended my walk. Luckily, I had my umbrella in my day pack. It opened with a thump at the first sign of rain. The thunder was soft and muted, and not at all scary. I had no worries that I would get struck by lightning -- my umbrella being a lightning rod.
I thoroughly explored that old cotton mill this morning. Through broken windows you could see hints of years of work and toil. Old forklifts lay like relics of the past -- silent as their batteries and engines were long dead. I scrambled up a large mound of old rotting cotton -- moats. I stood up like the king of the hill upon reaching the top! I could get lost exploring for hours, but hunger urged me home.
I like this feeling -- this feeling of excitement I feel in the pit of my stomach -- like something great is about to happen. Day 3 without a panic attack and I relish these calm moments. Moments away from fear and anxiety. I am happy to be alive -- to sit at this computer and read about other lives, other blogs. I am just happy, period.
Helen was so kind last night. I had all that delicious food to eat when I got home still warm in my oven. She wrote me a little note:
Baby, you enjoy your meal. I cooked you a store bought pecan pie and put it in the fridge. Have a piece after you eat supper. Love, Helen.
Could you ask for more? I don't think so.