At the end of one of my writing sessions today, I stood up from my desk, walked into my kitchen and started preparing to cook chicken. My mind was empty. My body felt completely fresh. I was totally satisfied and content in that moment, all because I was able to enter a "flow state" moments before. I've been finding that state with writing lately. I don't always produce something publishable, but I do come out with something worth learning and a feeling of satisfaction afterward.
It's 64 degrees in my apartment right now. I'm bundled up. I'm burning carbs. I couldn't be more physically in my element.
I'm so lucky to live in peace and safety like I do. One day, I'll lose my health and my life, and it's amazing to me how stable my life and my time were today.