do-over

Do you ever wish you could have a do-over? You, know a day when you could simply go back to bed, wake up again and start the day over? Well, today was one of those days. I can’t say why, really. Honestly, as far as days go this one was fairly average. But, all day I have felt like the cloud that’s been hovering over my city has been more directly hovered over my head.

I suppose some days are like that. “Rainy days and Mondays” kind of thing. But it’s so frustrating when I can’t talk myself out of the funk that has taken over my spirit. And, there doesn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason, except maybe the weather. But, why is it that some people are more prone to dance in the rain and others to hunker down and hide from it?

Clearly, I’m the latter kind rather than the former…

“Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall”
– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Longfellow had the right idea. This evening I caught a glimpse of orange out my window, so I opened the front door to see the most amazing sunset. I’m glad I took the time to notice. It was quite something. The sky was saturated with orange and purple and a little pink, vibrant colors stretching out across the horizon.

I didn’t dance, but I did breathe, deeply.

I guess that’s something, right? I do wish I knew better how to let go of whatever it is that weighs down my soul on days like today and find the freedom to dance. I’ve never been much of a dancer. I’m much too self-conscious, much too entrapped by my shoulds and ought tos and crazy self-expectations. *sigh*

Oh well. I suppose for today it is what it is, and tomorrow will be my do-over. Perhaps I’ll be brave and will dance… just a little.