strange feeling

There is a strange feeling inside me today. i wouldnt quite call it peace, but i would maybe call it rest. like, my brain isnt going 5 million miles an hour, i have not been overly stressed about things, life seems to be ok. im finding contentment in home. in G and l and briscoe and the cats and the fish. i am attached in a sort of detached way- not bad detached, but almost like i am standing outside myself, looking in on life, and seeing that things are really ok, and that i will be cared for as much as i will care for others.

i am safe. i am protected. i am strong. i am Hers.

maybe it was the spanking yesterday, maybe its the chocolate chip cookies i'm munching on today. maybe its the start of my you-know-what...who knows. who cares really. isnt it nice to have a moment where just being "me" is ok?