Happiness. It's relative.

I have been doing a lot of heavy lifting for several months.
The work has been physical and emotional and mental and all very strenuous.
But as the months have passed the heavy lifting has felt less like carrying bins full of barbed wire and more like filling beautifully woven wicker baskets with the world’s most perfect apples.
I can’t explain the transition. I can only describe it.
Everything is still heavy but in a good, solid way like a harvest.
I am glad for fall.
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Yes, the fullness of life❤️