When I first saw this image I saved it for a ‘woe is me’ post.
I saw it as sadness. Rain. Looking up and saying WHY THE FUCK ME?
Today has been a bad day. It COULD be worse, oh I get that, but today is A Bad Day.
So bad that I saw my doctor and he was all you one crazy biatch and gave me another week off work and perhaps more.
Today has been A Bad Day.
But perhaps there is a change in the wind, a differing of my perceptions because despite today being A Bad Day I see this picture and see hope.
I see that little box dude looking up to the sky and enjoying the rain on his face.
A difficult weekend is ahead. It can go one way or another.
I have had that sense of foreboding for the last few days, trying desperately to ignore it but it was always there.
Lurking in the shadows.
Then things fell in place this morning and gave voice to those feelings I had tried so desperately to ignore.
But yet, I see this picture and I see hope.
Hoping for happy.
Hoping to to stand in the rain and smile at the sky and see the sun.