Today was one of those days when I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Or maybe I made the mistake of checking my work email shortly after I got up. That was probably it.
Things didn’t really improve as the day went on either. I felt discouraged, grumpy, and annoyed. It’s that feeling that washes over you when someone tells you you don’t deserve something. Where you go “who on earth have you the privilege to plan my life”. That feeling.
Even the people I typically turn to on these kind of days were negative. Or normal, the negative part was probably in my head.
Now that all of the pretty details are out of the way I can get to the fun stuff.
I found hope. I found hope in something so small and insignificant, but it was there and it was mine. For a few hours I felt like maybe things weren’t so bad, and that maybe one day I’ll actually love a living thing more than my cat (ok she’s perfect, almost as much as her).
You may think it’s gone, but when you truly need it, you’ll find it searching for you.