One of THOSE days….you know, where if you end up taking a shower that day you considered it a big success. Where any make up feels like a lot of effort and thus a waste of effort.

So it was…the day was gloomy. The city awoke beneath a heavy, moist cloud and stayed stuck inside it, all day. As I walked through the dampness, I didn’t even notice the droplets that clung to my hair and sank into my sweatshirt.

I wondered if I was sad. There certainly was a lot of transitions taking place and I was beginning to feel behind on all of them. Where as only a few weeks before, I was on top of it all like a bouncing ball that said, “follow me, follow me!”.

But, I didn’t feel so bouncy. Even my hair felt heavy.

With little enthusiasm, my mind rattled a few things on my to do list around in my head. Meh, maybe I’ll care more tomorrow.

I even tried to distract myself by viewing the annual chalk art produced in front of the mission. Despite the wetness, many vibrant colors sprang forth, defiant to the moisture. And still, my heart went “Humph. Ehhhh”.

I went grocery shopping and had to be mindful not to toss everything without care into the cart. I just felt so uninspired, by anything.

I wondered, did I expect to feel inspired all the time? Was I supposed to be in love with life, everyday? Wasn’t I though? Or was I?

Maybe I was just what I need to be: aware. Aware of how I felt emotionally and energetically. I allowed my body to follow in suit, rather than force it to do something beyond its reserves. I just simply allowed myself to be.

My dog even eyed me suspiciously, “What’s going on with you today?” Her solution; to pack as much of her 80 pounds on top of me and fall asleep. I think in her sweet way she was trying to comfort me.

Maybe I will care more tomorrow, or maybe not. I think the important thing is that I’m being honest with myself rather than hiding away from my Truth. Right now, this is my Truth.