Sometimes the rain comes

I am generally an upbeat person. I know how to keep my head above water, how not to let the little things get me down. But once in awhile, something pulls me under. I allow other's toxicity in, and it saddens me to the core.

Saturday, I slept in, I took a long nap... I didn't even shower or brush my hair. I was in a funk. It started on Friday, and I functioned, I spent time with my children, I cooked meals, I cleaned. But at the core I was sad.

Saturday was tough, and Sunday I got up, forced myself to be happy, making a big breakfast, cleaning up the kitchen, took a shower. I also went and visited a friend. I knew that I couldn't lay around the house. That I had to be out there, and I had to shake this.

I talked to some good friends online. I sewed some journals. I talked to some old friends on facebook... the clouds lifted and the sun shined bright! I have the tools, we all do... just have to remember to use them!