She is happy, and it is a shy and tentative kind of gladness.
She is awakening to herself today.
She met “herself” today.
She has known “her” forever.
Yet, it was different today.
She embraced herself.
She graciously accepted and loved herself.
It had finally dawned on her that it was no use trying to be someone else.
She was tired of the deep searing pain and discord that reigned within her.
She sighed, content, and at peace with herself.
She was finally whole.
It was a strange kind of completeness.
It was hard to describe.
It was a sense of homecoming.
Yes! That was it.
She had finally come home to “herself” and her purpose; that was beyond precious.