Rainy days and unmade beds

I woke up to the sound of thunder. It was a bit past 4 a.m. and I realized, with dread, that I forgot the laundry outside. Anxiety crippled all over me. I thought to myself “Oh, well, what are you going to do now to ease your mind? Get out of bed, walk outside in the dark and rain to bring the clothes inside?! Of course not, so stop thinking about it!”. It was, indeed, pointless to keep worrying, so I did my best to fall back asleep.

It was still raining when I got out of bed. Around 7:30 I made a cup of chamomile tea and some coffee for more flavor and a spark of life. Usually, rainy days increase the intensity of my low mood, but today it sent me a sense of safety. I felt protected by the walls of my room, by the warmth of my bed and I felt grateful to have these things. I let myself breath and picked up a book. My beautiful cats sat all over me, as usually, and they overwhelmed me with their love.

Reading “Musashi” by Eiji Yoshikawa

Today, rain cleansed my mind of all the anxiety and heavy thoughts that keeps making life a bit difficult. Today, rain falls down like flower petals, gently and warm. Today, the lightning isn’t threatening, but life-giving. It gives voice to the wind. Today, flashes of intense light pierced the darkness, unveiling how beautiful rain can be. Today, life displayed its beauty through a gray sky.

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