You will have bad days. Don’t be surprised at your inability, no, your unwillingness, to cope. These are the days when you bury your head, chin to chest and strive ardently to avoid looking anyone in the eyes. You’re afraid of what people will find in yours:
Your fear of inadequacy, brimming; the constant barrage of encouragement that you’re crippling under; the knowledge that, really, you’re just shooting in the dark, stumbling, flailing, reaching and have no idea what colour the sky is supposed to be.
You, ray of sunshine, beam of laughter, sprinkler of joy, stander-upper of all things bright, with positivity shining out of your orifices-
Please understand, that the light goes OUT. Sometimes.
It’s called a ‘power cut’ for a reason.
You’re all juiced out of happy. So.
Go home. Sleep. Recharge.
You’ll be all juiced up by the time the clouds (in the sky that you don’t know the colour of) part and that big ball of energy, that absolute star, pierces through the rut of unhappiness.
P.S. The sky comes in all shades of blue.
