Just A Note.

In life it seems likely that at least one of the thirty-two-thousand, eight-hundred, some odd mornings in which you awake is bound to be completely and utterly wrong. The reasons are hardly known and the cures are even less. But what can one do but live? Wake up. Get ready for what seems to be the same day re-played. Eat breakfast. Go to work and close your mouth of every complaint. Keep them inside until you are met with one of those rare once-in-a-life-time afternoons when you have nothing to do where you can go out where the world is quiet and have a good long cry. It doesn't cure anything. But it helps.

Today has been one such day for me. Everything has gone wrong. I would take the opportunity for one of those rare afternoons, but alas, it has not come my way. With two jobs it is rare indeed. I don't know what to do to fix it. Or that it can even be fixed. Just as long as I know that there will be a tomorrow, even if it's the same crummy tomorrow as it was today, and even if these crummy tomorrows end up being a whole week of crummy yesterdays, at least I will know that somewhere down the road, it will end. That they won't last forever. That not every day, not every weekend, and not every time I get out of bed will turn out bad. Just as long as I know that, just as long as it's somewhere in the back of mind, I can last. It won't be easy. But I can last.