Today the sky is grey and I have decided not to fight it.
For a long time I demanded that I be fine all the time. Smile even when I did not feel like it, perform even when I was empty, be the person who always has words of encouragement for others. And in that effort, my own grey days had no place.
Until I understood that emotions are like the weather: they pass. There is no endless grey day, no storm that does not end, no rain that does not leave something grown behind.
So today I gave myself permission. Permission to be quieter. Permission to do only the essential. Permission to look out of the window without needing to fill the silence.
It is not depression, it is not apathy. It is a grey day. And it is also part of the cycle.
I have learned this by watching nature: even on the most overcast days, the light is still there, only softer. Maybe today is a day for that soft light. The one that does not dazzle, but accompanies.