Thank goodness this day is nearly over. I can feel the sharp edge of today beginning to fade. I was able to purge a lot of my angst with a more in-depth reflection with "Sometimes I can't be the strong one" on Whaleshares, so I'll spare you from reading the same thing on both platforms.
taken with Canon Powershot SX1iS
Mindset is Everything
The picture of the cloud formation which looks like a nuclear blast almost summarizes how volatile my emotions were today. I wonder if I needed a day to grieve, cry, and reflect. I was open to embracing the dark place and sit in the company of anxiety and depression. A part of me recognizes that I have a love/hate relationship with the gloomy abyss, for how can I truly appreciate all the good in my life without tipping my hat to the bad? What would life look like if everything was good?
Maybe there's a lesson in humility in here somewhere.
I often hear people bemoan their situations with "Why Me?" but I'll never ask that. Whether spoken aloud or whispered to myself I counter with , "Why NOT me?" Who am I to think I deserve better? What is "deserve" anyway, but some useless sense of entitlement or projected sense of righteousness?
Why shouldn't the good and bad things happen to me?
As I sit here to write, I feel calm. My eyes grow heavy and I hope for a heavy, dreamless sleep because I am determined to feel better upon greeting the new day. I sat in the dark place for long enough. Its grip isn't as strong as it used to be.