I’m up late tonight, reading and journaling, looking out the window from the 30th floor of my hotel room in SF. It’s peaceful and quiet, far above the daily noise of city life far below. I love the city, this particular hotel. I love moments like these.
My thoughts drift to a dear friend of mine who is going through a painful time, grieving the recent loss of her dear friend and the difficult transition to gain back her footing and well being. At a loss for words, I told her to never give up, and promised her that things will work out, they always do. I now realize I said it not only for her, but for myself as well, knowing what it's like to go through an unbearable situation. I know her. She’s strong.
I woke to the sounds of church bells ringing in the distance below and the melodic voice of my 5 year-old and one her favorite sayings, “Wake up Daddy, it’s a Sunny Day!”
Both dark nights and sunny days are part of this life we live. Both will come, but we can live life one day at a time, knowing the dark nights won't last.
Have a Sunny Day!
-R
(pic 2: sunrise over the city)
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