Six Word Memoirs on Life Stories

Backstory

I honestly don't know what has happened. This morning I woke up and my cold had gotten worse overnight. I had new symptoms and was using tissues like I'd invented them and needed to test them out. I had plans for today and staying home wasn't on the list. But I felt chilled, miserable, and my eyes looked all watery. I couldn't go out like that. So I stayed home, in bed.

And somewhere in this day, I became a new person. I noticed it in the afternoon. My stomach was quiet, I felt peaceful. I thought about what I was going to do next week and I felt excited and happy I had things to do. I spent some time reading memoirs and commenting and feeling supported and understood. I watched an old, favorite movie. I napped. I made a special memoir just for one of the memorists here, and suddenly my cold was gone; or at least on its way out. Feeling so good, I may have even joined a posse.

I think I also re-joined my life, which has waiting for me for a long time. My life which loves me for the way I am. That's the only way I can explain this contented feeling. It's like going home again. The home I've always dreamed about.