Day 1

A day that begins with dancing cannot be an entirely bad day.

My first day aboard the “bookmobus” was pure joy. There is so much room for experimentation and collaboration. I'm sure I missed some of the harder pieces today, but I feel I have fallen into a place that fits. A friend recently told me that she felt all good things were coming to me. She couldn't say why or what made her think that, considering current circumstances, simply that she believed it. And while I did not doubt her at the time, today is the first day that I felt it. I felt the goodness washing over me in waves, unrelenting and with no end in sight.

I awoke in a new bed, a bed with freshly replaced sheets, in a room of black and white and branches. And everything in the room that was mine, was mine. Not shared. Not borrowed to be returned. Simply mine.

There was a fridge stocked with food, enough for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Coffee from my old home. Friendly furry faces surrounding me.

A hot shower.

The beauty of a day where I rose early enough to go jogging, to try on more than one outfit, and to feel attractive. For the first time in months, the day was not determined before I woke up. I had all the options in the world, and it was my choice alone what to do with them.

I am grateful to have slipped into this moment of grace and wonder. I could not have asked for a better gift, and I will do everything in my power to remain a faithful and just steward of it. May I learn to give back so that others may receive as I have; may I learn to relinquish fear to a great hope and trust that this day will unfold only as it should; may I learn to love as fiercely and truly as I have been loved.