And now I'm cleaning out the trash--my kitchen physically; my soul spiritually

It's turning out to be a fine day. I'm off work, I'm rested up (well, somewhat), and I'm tackling the awfulness of the kitchen. Every day that goes by the new peace in my heart keeps growing, the acrid bitterness and dejection giving way to love and gratitude for all that I have and all the people, wherever they may be, who continue to care for me. It's astounding the difference a simple decision to turn a doorknob makes. Suddenly, the room is flooded with light.