I had a lot of realizations today, after the bus 'note': found a mitten in the morning and thought it's out of season. And so are my trauma thoughts. That was 'then', not 'now'.
Went to buy a mug we are in need of to support Ukraine, and though I could only see a leaf through the cellophane, I thought, each time I have coffee (a lot) it will be the same reminder to turn over a new leaf. Turns out it had beautiful red

buds (I love hearts as they pop up everywhere) on the other side. (And as it turned out, heart-shaped leaves as well!). I was uncharacteristically assertive as lady suggested there was another, someone else had it in hand but I kept mine and they let their's go. (the woman there was cute, she was like 'Drats!'


) I usually would let it go but this time I thought, no, one each is also fair, and I think it has more meaning for me, tbh. But I think it's been over 10 years I made a choice like that.
I appreciated that there was acknowledgment of fathers no longer here; it really helped me a lot. I felt present for probably the 1st time. In the 'now' too. I guess grief is important to acknowledge. Well really lucky it was as didn't think I needed it. Really didn't expect to 'believe' my dad could still be 'present'.
I realized I've been expecting trust (and maybe safety too?) to grow as some passive thing that I am warily waiting for to increase, but it's not at all, it's my choice. And if someone saves your life, the question is not trust-mistrust, but why possibly wouldn't I trust?, that is the real question. I mean, it's all been me, the onus has been mine but I couldn't see that. And now I will choose that. Although wow. What, or how, could anyone prove more?
I think too I've not been so thankful avoiding SI as I should, because I didn't feel the desire to 'stay'.
I realize I felt more like 'me' probably because I just was more like me? And I met so many very nice people all day!
I stopped myself 3 or 4 times from defaulting in my thoughts to sadness, worry. Like one really nice guy getting groceries gave me his bags and said, "Bless you and your family!" In my head I first thought, I don't have one. But then I thought, that's right, and said "You are so sweet, thank you!" I realize that will probably happen a lot (but I will look at the mug and remember I hope.

) It's definitely worry and catastrophizing that I can't imagine not occurring.
I realize there was kind of a great peace in actually ~accepting I am broken and weary, and the feeling when in need and alone. Burdened, I suppose. But a strange relief to lay it down. And safety.
Oh, and this is funny, considering what I wrote before, I had unexpected ice cream- choc AND vanilla- actually sitting down lol.
I realize it's possible to feel a quiet hope. If I can continue with it, there may be more light and peacefulness to be found. Maybe eventually strength? But peace 'now' is lovely too.

Hope this long write makes sense!