Gray, that's okay.

I left the house and the sky was gray.  I looked up and it seemed like the sun couldn't even catch a break, trying to get through the gloomy clouds.  The wind was blowing my hair into my eyes, I felt so numb already that it didn't even bother me.  No gloves, no hat, coat barely zipped up.  If I were a child, I would have been scolded.  

Broken.  It is amazing how someone elses words can so easily break you.  Break your everything, your heart.  And then you're there, sort of.  Nothing left but a shell.  

And who's heart is most important?  Yours?  Your partners?  Your childrens?  A strangers? 

All of these decisions that we make on a daily basis that impact everyone around us.  Are we really only responsible for our own attitudes and actions?  

When you upset a 3 year old they behave  what we preceive to be as "irrational" but really, are they that far off?  I mean, when I can't have a cookie but I really want a cookie, sometimes I do feel like stomping my feet and yelling.  They have the purest and most honest reactions to life, way more than any of the rest of us.  

Instead we adults say things like, "No, I'm fine.  Really, it's not that big of a deal"  or "Tomorrow will be better" or "Thanks for thinking of me, but I have it under control".  In reality?  We're all just over here trying to push our demons under the rug before opening the front door.  

So I think we're all just a bunch of secret keepers.  Big, dark scary secrets.  We should be more like 3 year olds and just put it all out there in all of its ugliness.  

When the sky is gray, let it be gray?  Let the day be shitty.  Let yourself be vulnerable.  Let the world know that today is not okay, and THAT is okay.