The Sun’ll Come Out Tomorrow

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Photo by Chris: https://www.flickr.com/photos/chrisinplymouth/ Creative Commons : some rights reserved https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/2.0/

Hello and welcome! I suppose I could have started out with something a little nicer than a picture of a ratty doormat. Sorry. I’ll try to do better next time. Anyway, my dad used to have a saying:

“Life sucks, and then you die.”

Yup, that was my dad… a colorful character who didn’t always have the most hopeful outlook on life. He would not have agreed with Annie’s point of view:

This post is a big deal for me. I’ve been waiting a long while to get my website up and running, and I’m very excited to finally begin. You know how it goes. Life sometimes gets… hmm… why don’t we just say complicated? So, as you are navigating the twists and turns, you keep looking forward to the day when things straighten out again.

“The sun’ll come out tomorrow. Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow they’ll be sun…”

Of course, it can be difficult to hang on gracefully until that time comes. Without tearing your hair out. Or, sulking in a puddle of your own misery. Or complaining until none of your friends want to talk to you anymore.

One year ago I had no inkling of where my life would be today. It’s turned into a real adventure, and not always a pleasant one. Change is often slow and frustrating, so learning patience has been the toughest part. Patience with others, with my situation… and most of all, patience with myself.

“Just thinkin’ about tomorrow, Clears away the cobwebs and the sorrows till there’s none…”

Life has thrown me a crazy little curve ball of late. Something I have no control over. Instead of losing my mind, which is very exciting, and yet much too stressful, I’m trying to take a deep breath, and… here comes the fun part… wait it out. Easy-schmeazy, right? Uh, no. Not when things seem to get darker by the minute. But I’m learning that me is the one thing I can control, so I should make an effort to see beyond the bleakness that can come calling. I’m not saying to over-steer into a place of make-believe euphoria. But there has to be a balance between that and covering myself in sackcloth and ashes and shouting, “F*** MY LIFE!!!” at passers-by.

“Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love you tomorrow. You’re only a day away.”

I did a YouTube search on this song, and guess what? There are about a million versions listed. You can find Tomorrow performed in several languages, on various musical instruments, by adorable children, choirs, or people who lip sync, and sung by goofy folks with video cameras and way too much time and booze on their hands. It’s an uplifting song, and though I realize my situation won’t literally end tomorrow, the point is that this too shall pass. Waking up tomorrow brings me one day closer to where I want to be, then there will be another day, then another. Before long, everything will be resolved, one way or another… and I’ll deal with it. Then, afterward, I’ll only have one little challenge left…

Figuring out how to stop humming this song, now that it’s stuck in my head!

Now tell me, how are you at the waiting game? Can you play it cool when you know that’s the best option? Or, are you going to drive yourself and everyone around you completely crazy until things are right again? Go ahead… Share. We’re all living on the same rock. Might as well get to know each other!

Alora

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