Some days are like carrying too many moving boxes of different sizes all at once.
Some days are like your umbrella getting blown inside out.
And some days are like this, where everything happens at once.
These days stink.
Sometimes they frustrate us and make us angry. Other times they may make us sad and low.
But they always pass. And good always comes.
Even on the worst days there is learning to be gained. And it is through this learning that we may find purpose and meaning in everything.
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