I wish I understood moods. I’ve been really down for about 4 or 5 days, and today I’m fine. I feel quite good. It’s not elation. It’s a bit better than simple contentment.
Perhaps I processed the grief around childhood trauma. I’m not sure. I’m not going to complain. I like this.
It wasn’t pouring rain this morning, so I was able to walk. I slept well, which is always nice. My meditation was short, but it was just as long as it needed to be.
The day is humming along.