There are people who seem to have it perfectly right, who dress just so and talk just so and look just so and are just so.
I am not one of those people. The journey to owning this self-realization has been long. I'm still making payments.
There are times when nothing goes right, when the whole day is lost in translation and you're grasping for straws like a turtle on it's back. There are days when only old sayings seem to sum it all up. Even perfect-seeming people have those days. It's kind of surprising.
I have many of those days, its probably has something to do with not being one of those perfectly right people. Today was not one of those days, thank goodness.
There are secret parts of people that stay locked away, living in the dark and festering. Secrets wrapped in guilt, confusion, doubt, fear, self-loathing, and destruction. Sometimes those secrets are overwhelming, all encompassing, and self defining. Sometimes they eat away at all the happiness.
There are little glimmers of hope every where, sparkling like dew drops in morning sun. Little moments that pick you up, push you on, relieve the burdens of the day. Things like children's fingers, bubbling laughter, Christmas tree lights, too-loud music, chocolate, puffy winter coats, fresh snow, the thumping sound of an automatic washer, soap bubbles, little girl tights that won't stay up, crazy hair, spinning toothbrushes, and so much more. A world filled with wonder and overflowing. A cup that runneth over.
And you can see your way through.