This morning, I woke up feeling like I was back into the system. For the past few days, I didn’t feel like I had a good rest. Even though I slept, I felt like my brain was not resting. I knew that my brain couldn’t wait to work on analyzing what had just happened, but I needed to prioritize my body and give her some break. Now that I feel much better, I allow my brain to do her work – analyzing the event.
I didn’t plan it to happen. As a matter of fact, I even deliberately planned not to talk about it. But sometimes, things just happened.
One way led to another, and before I knew it, there was an impulsive confession, a sudden spilling of emotions I’d bottled up for far too long. The moment it happened, my brain scrambled to catch up. “Why did I say that? Should I have held it in?” I wondered.
But amidst the swirl of doubts, something deeper began to rise—relief. Not the kind you shout about, but a quiet assurance, a whisper that perhaps things were unfolding as they needed to. “Maybe there’s no secret in this world,” I thought, “maybe it’s better this way.” And perhaps if it happened, it was meant to happen.