Looking forward to the Morning Sun

My mood is almost as changeable as the weather has been in NY lately. After a sunny lunch, I find myself looking despondently out my office's substantial loft windows on yet another gray, cloudy, and otherwise disagreeable early evening sky.

There are hungry currents of stress gobbling up the few remaining granules of sanity amongst my coworkers today, and I think more than ever in my life, I am silently pleading the universe that 6pm arrive as quickly as possible.

No one likes a grumpy guss, least of all me. It's decidedly more unpleasant to be living inside one for the day. The little sunny self inside of me is struggling to get out... but today's murky atmosphere and weight of self doubt are smothering it with a sneer.

Ouch, old chums, ouch. I got one of those unequivocal transcontinental hugs from my mother, heart of my heart, and have coffee and dinner dates to buck up for.

Since I still have no voice, here's Billie Holiday to help me see what's really important:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5GGutxam8Qc

"I'll find you in the morning sun, and when the night is new, I'll be looking at the moon, but I'll be seeing you"