I adore rainy days because they feel like a cozy, gray blanket I'm invited to wrap up in. Rainy days are invitations to cuddle, read books and eat pancakes. It felt like a mistake to leave my quilted nest to go to work.
But I went to work because I am an adult. (boo)
Today I felt fragile. Insubstantial. Breakable. Weak.
I assume we all feel fragile some days. Like a cold shoulder, frustrating encounter or one more disappointment will break our brittle spirit.
I needed hugs today. Hugs, blankets, kittens, flowers, bright stars, handwritten notes and dancing.
I didn't get any of those. But maybe the fragile days are here to show us that we are so much stronger than we think we are. Because I didn't break. I didn't shatter. And I will do it again brilliantly tomorrow.
Each of us endures a time of this; and it is partly loneliness that makes us so vulnerable. Just an arm about us can reduce us to tears.
ReplyDeleteYou are right. I think most do have those days. Wish I could have hugged you!
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