spring comes with the best strawberries
checkpoint #12
→ quest "A Great Day" unlocked
→ energy: ▲▲△
Yesterday I had a great day. It started with my family coming over, and my father rushing me since I opened my eyes. I was enduring it, until he told me to take my earplugs off. I looked annoyed at him and left the room. I spent the rest of the morning trying to cool off, because at that moment I didn't want to be around people — to protect my sanity and theirs. Later, they called me for breakfast; yes, I hadn't even eaten anything. I was still annoyed, but drank some mates until they went outside to the garage to continue working on a project.
I slept until they asked me to go buy veggies. I was in a better mood, and I knew the sun, walking, and spending time with my mom would lift my mood. I wasn't expecting to find in the store my favourite veggies. We went to buy lettuce for the salad, and I ended up buying radish, broccoli, beetroot, spinach, and strawberries. Literally, my favourite seasonal veggies. And this was just the start of the day.
Now I was in a better mood. I was helping prep the salad while also cooking the beetroot to later store it in the freezer, the broccoli for the salad, and cleaning the radish to store it in the refrigerator. I felt productive. I feel proud of myself; prepping food in advance makes me feel I am someone. The thing was, I wanted to eat guiso. And I said: "I am the one cooking it, I'm my own independent hooman." So I did it. While we ate salad, I was also finishing the guiso. I ate just a little bit after my salad. It was incredible. I was happy I made my own decisions, even knowing my family would find it sort of weird. I felt like my own person.
After lunch, I was tired. I went to bed, slept a little more. I didn't want to do anything, despite my good mood. I was sorta waiting for messages, but I also knew I was probably tired and emotionally drained from the week; I had to take a breath and keep the meltdown from making me a potato sack, unable to function. I do not have the privilege or courage to stop my productive life for a meltdown. But I made sure I was doing my best to care for my wellbeing behind curtains.
I am not sure how much time had passed, but I figured I could try some electronic shite. I made 2 out of 4 thingies work, so yeah. I got tired and changed my focus. I prepped something for class, ate some strawberries ♥w♥, and later, the leftovers of guiso from lunch. In the middle of my two-course dinner, I heard my dad watching a series. It was hilarious, so I stayed beside him to watch it. He went to shower, and I finished my dinner in my room while continuing to watch the series.
But that is not all. During the day, my best friend, someone who barely writes to other people, sent me a lot of messages. I wasn't in the mood to answer, but at night he asked how I was doing, because I usually respond fast; he figured something might have happened. I felt seen and told him I wasn't that good, but I was okay. He shared what he did that day with me. I felt so happy, proud, loved, and valued that he trusted me with that. He was not doing well this week, so I just felt overjoyed knowing he felt better.
And finally, later in the day, I felt that same warm excitement from connecting with someone special, even if briefly. We shared little messages, laughed about small things, and made plans to do fun activities together. I felt grateful that these little moments of connection exist.
I'm the happiest zombie alive.
♫ now playing: [ Never Be the Same by Camila Cabello; song ]