Stuffed Peppers

I'd made up my mind that today was a throwaway, something to be hurried through as fast as I possibly could. A dead-end day.
But then Chloe got home and opened up and we talked about how much we both (surprisingly) enjoy going out-out. We whispered about the difficulties of growing up and stepping away from our parents' lifestyle and forging our own. My fear of agnosticism or potentially living differently than my parents may like - making mistakes, picking 'bad' boyfriends, things they may disagree with.
Seeing her so strong, how well she has done this past week, really cheered me up.
So we walked down to Lidl because I was inspired to make the stuffed peppers I've been thinking about all week. And when Chloe spoke she made me feel full of eternal possibility; eternal yet desperately present, instant, a 'NOW' kind of power, exciting and volatile. She made me feel like I could do anything, go anywhere...
So I made stuffed peppers. And I made them with every inch of love in me. And they were a success. And the day was saved.
There will be extraordinary days which can only be survived, endured. But most days you can save. You can squeeze pearls out of them and let them pool in your hands.