I had a cloudy day

Last Saturday I had a “cloudy day”. I learned this term later on in the weekend by reading a series of tweets from Carl Richards that I’m sharing today as I feel they are perfect in expressing how I too felt.

From the start of the day on Saturday, I felt really down. This happens for me from time to time, rarely, but it has, over time, occurred often enough that I know not to compound this by trying to “fix” it, to layer thinking upon thinking to try to work out why I might be feeling that way, to try to solve it.

So, I “mooched” through my morning, but knew I had plans to meet a friend in the afternoon. On the way, I went to a market and bought some gifts to take when I (finally) get to visit Cayman in a few weeks time. As I then walked out of the market the clouds lifted. That’s the only way I can describe it. Just as the clouds appeared that morning, they lifted in the afternoon.

As I sat with my good friend, I shared how my day had felt, then we simply sat and spent time together looking out at the view over the River Thames as we supped on cask ale and, literally, watched as the clouds outside in the sky lifted and the day cleared.

What does all of that mean?

Perhaps as simple as a reminder that we are human beings, not human “do-ings”, that we can’t rationalise everything about human existence.