Glass half Full | half Empty

Today is another day, just like all the other days; except that I feel weary. I don't want to see people, I don't want to smalltalk about the weather or the price of gas. I feel small and insignificant and I don't have anything to give. I want to be in a quiet space alone. My glass is half empty.

I know I will be fine because I have seen these days before. They come and go as surely as the four seasons running through my universe. I draw strength from knowing that tomorrow my glass will be half full. Tomorrow I see beauty in the little things, I smile at the children squealing in the park and I laugh at silly jokes people tell me.

I am grateful to experience the low so I can feel the high. The valleys lead me to the mountain tops where I can see the sunset and the horizons.