The Steady Dream

 The life I live now isn’t flashy.

But sometimes, in the quiet, it feels surreal.

A steady marriage.

A home that feels safe.

Friendships that don’t feel complicated.

A body that’s getting stronger because I decided it would.

Five years ago, I hoped for stability.

Not excitement. Not chaos. Not intensity.

Just steadiness.

And now I wake up in it.

There are still goals. 

Still growth. 

Still things I’m working toward.

But the foundation?

It’s solid.

The peace I used to think I had to earn?

I wake up in now.

And sometimes I catch myself in small, ordinary moments —

folding laundry, making dinner, sitting on the couch after a long day —

and it hits me.

This is it.

Not the loud dream.

Not the dramatic one.

The steady one.

The kind you build slowly.

The kind you protect.

And the kind I’ll never take for granted again.

And I WON’T