The friendship between my boys – and accepting that small fights are a natural part of that.
The lush green beauty just outside my window.
Dancing the night away.
My cosy duvet and comfy bed.
An unexpected and generous offer of support from someone I barely know.
My family – just as they are.
Comforting memories of my mother.
Getting back in touch with my sense of agency, however briefly.
Remembering that I can choose to feel grateful, even when feeling lost.
Friends far away, who I know I will connect with again when the time is right.