It’s a quiet kind of wonderful—
this moment when I realize
I’m in a good place in life.
Funny, isn’t it, how easily we forget?
How these moments
tend to slip through the cracks
of overthinking,
lost in the dust of too many yesterdays
and the shadows of too many tomorrows.

I worry.
Too much.
About things that no longer exist.
About things that haven’t happened.
And in between, I forget to see
that right now—this breath,
this cup of light—I am okay.

Fifteen years ago,
even twenty,
this life would have felt
impossible.

Back then, could I imagine
running 10k on a Sunday, just for fun?
Going to the gym,
twice a week—or whenever I want?
A Master’s degree in linguistics?
A sugar glider named Elmo
sleeping curled in my hand like a heartbeat?

Nope.

But here I am.

Yes, the weight of finances still presses.
Yes, I carry fears.
But I’ve read enough to know—
many of the wealthiest souls
once walked with empty pockets,
too.

So I’ll keep going.
Remembering the good.
Because the bad will always be close,
but it doesn’t have to win.

Not today.

Karin Sabrina