Two weeks ago yesterday I wrote a woe-is-me post about not having a direction or a plan or an inkling about the future. And then yesterday I accepted an internship for a position I’m pretty excited about.
Stumbling upon the above photo reminded me just how fickle even our uncertainty can be. One day we are swept up in the throes of doubt and the next we are snapped back by a chance flicker of hope, or a well-timed opportunity, an adventure. Some days seem relentless in their haziness and others are shining with clarity, or at least placidity.
So maybe the point is to stop searching for those “good” days and instead find peace, if not eagerness, in the days that simply stand out, for any reason at all.