I once said “I’m certain of two things in this life: It exists, and we never know what is going to happen tomorrow.”

I have found this to be true many times, in fact more times than I would like. Sometimes, I’d like to know what tomorrow holds, I’d like to know what to expect and I would like something to go as I planned it. That isn’t how life works, it never has been. All of the planning and preparation can go to hell five minutes before an event. I have tried so hard to live in such a way that allows me to take things in stride. This has almost always worked, except for the one time it didn’t. I’m still struggling through that.

What I said is still so relevant and I am unable to find the reasons why I cannot understand it in this particular instance. The hardest thing I have ever faced is anxiety, and for some people that won’t seem so serious. I hope it isn’t serious for you. But if you knew what else I have faced, what else has been thrown my way, then you might be surprised to hear that anxiety is my greatest struggle. I would give nearly anything to not feel this way. Nearly. I will not give tomorrow.

Tomorrow might fix it. It might be better and might be worse. It might be the same. The possibility that it could be different, the very slim proposition, however narrow the chance, is enough to remind me that it once was better. The day was not a struggle, and someday, it won’t be again.

 

The sun will come out tomorrow.