Today is a grey, grey, rainy day. This kind of weather makes me tired and logy.
Previously, without antidepressants, I would spend this kind of day in utter despair. The rain will never end. Will we ever see the sun again? Winter is coming...
It matters not that yesterday we were on the edge of drought, and we've had so many hot, sunny days that we desperately needed this rain. Facts, in cases like this, are irrelevant.
Anyway, now it's just one of those days that make me tired. That invite me to drink too much tea and wish I could spend the day asleep.
It occurs to me that it's the perfect kind of day to remember that sometimes, people need to be told that they are valued. People need hugs. (Although there are people in this world who don't like hugs, or who might not want you to hug them, so you have to ask first.)
We walk around with our own splinters and shards, our insecurities, our fragile sense of self, our whatever.
None of us are perfect, although Facebook makes it look like a lot of us are.
We all have our something. I don't trust people who pretend they don't.
It's not that I think they're bad people. It's more that for a long time I was oblivious to my somethings. And then when I wasn't, I worked to seems like I was all great, just like everyone else.
Then I finally realized that everyone else isn't all great all the time. And we all have our baggage, may it be a wee little Kate Spade clutch or a giant storage shed.
So today, on this rainy grey day, I am offering you hugs. I'm reminding you that you are terrific. That people love you. That you are different from everyone else in the most perfect, wonderful, fascinating way.
These things are true. Maybe you know them, and you don't need to hear it. But I'm saying so anyway.
If you need help feeling these things, ask for it. There is no shame in it. There's only wasted time in not doing so.
You're the only you there is, and you are amazing.
Much love and hugs,