Clouds pass

And sometimes the clouds come. And I am thankful for my blessings and the clouds land anyway. Foggy and thick in my head. Heavy. They make me sad for reasons I don't know. Can't control. So I pray. I write. I blog. I type. I clean the bathroom. I lie my body down longer than I should. I should move. I should run. I don't. I am still.

And even through the clouds I am thankful. Thankful for waking up this morning. Thankful for my son, for my friends and family. For love. For another birthday yesterday. Thankful for even the clouds. They pass. They do. These too will go away.