Rainy days are perfect for so many of my favourite things: reading, napping, writing, and cuddling with my puppy.
Inspiration doesn’t hit me like it used to. I blame the uncertainty that comes with a global pandemic. I obsess over what’s happening, and what could happen. I frame these thoughts in a negative way. But I know I need to switch my thinking and not dwell on the doom and gloom. We don’t have to go back to way things were; we have a chance to make the world better and to give our children hope.
So more often than not, I am weighed down by the heavy things. I think, “Why bother writing about love, friendship, or anything light-hearted? The world is crashing down upon us in so many ways – there’s no time for fluff, for laughter, for light!”
But this is exactly the time for such things.
The following is a poem I read recently that really resonates, so I wanted to share it:
I cannot tell you what lies ahead,
but I can tell you: you will grow.
Your ability to keep going each day
is a sign of courage on its own.
I know that peace feels far away
as you try to make sense of all the change,
and I just hope you can remember this:
You do not have to make sense of it all
in order to be worthy of peace.
To be the one keeps breathing
in the unknown is a brave and miraculous thing.
Learning to exhale is no small feat.
You are doing brave things.
Yes, you are doing brave things.
Even though it doesn’t always feel that way.
By Morgan Harper Nichols (on IG @morganharpernichols)