For the first time in a long while, this morning I recognized the person in my bed. I finally felt like my good old self again: that person who wakes up feeling happy and hopeful, looking forward to the day ahead of them, no matter what negative thoughts they might have had the previous night; that person who feels full of energy and can’t stop smiling despite the rainy weather. That’s what I used to be like, almost every single morning. It hadn’t happened in ages, but today it happened again — finally! And I’m still smiling now!
I could hardly believe this feeling — I can still hardly believe it now, and I know it might not last — so I’m celebrating it: by writing about it here, and by repeating to myself, “Good morning, me, welcome back!”
“Good morning, hope, welcome back!”
The Little Prince and the Fox 