Yesterday morning I was preparing to go out when I suddenly realised that, for the first time for ages, I didn't have that 'I want to cry but can't' knot in my stomach. It made me do a little skip.
It's no reflection on my life that I sometimes struggle: my life is very good. It's inexplicable so it's impossible to try to explain to someone who never feels like it.
Logic and rationality have nothing to do with it. I can recite every feel good mantra and know them to be true, and, equally, know my thinking to be faulty but the knot remains.
So when it disappears, however briefly, it's worth celebrating.