Rain

I was asked today to draw a picture of how I was feeling. 

I drew a steaming pile of feces, with a trail of z’s leading upward, indicating the steaming pile of feces was tired. Then it started to rain.

But it was a gentle rain, a soothing, pitter-pattering sort of invitation to realize whatever you achieve in life, whatever baubles you accumulate or triumphs you trumpet or failures you lament, when all that nonsense is devoured by the passage of time, all that will be left of you is what was in your heart. 

I stood in the rain for a while, and gave myself permission to be ok.