This is the kind of day that makes me melancholy. Rainy, cold, dark. There is little joy in this day. I’m reminded of all the sadness that my friends are experiencing right now, all the little hurts and big aches, hearts breaking because beloved family members are soon to be gone, hearts still hurting from similar losses in the past, hearts that will never heal until forgiveness is given for some imagined slight.
It’s a day that makes me want to curl up in my bed and cry.
If that would make me feel better, I just might do it. But it won’t, so I’ll pull up my big girl panties and go pretend to be an adult.
