Some Days Are Dark

I like to believe that I usually see my days as bright.
Shiny.
Full of potential.

But…

Some days are dark.

On those days I need to stand still and let my eyes grow accustomed to the blackness.
I try not to fear the lack of light, I simply accept the darkness as a current (but temporary) state.

After a while I become calmer.
(No monsters attack.)

At this point I reach out and begin to run my hand blindly along the wall, trusting that there is a light switch to find with which I can banish the claustrophobic coal black darkness around me and bring back the light.

Sometimes the switch is easy to find. Right within reach.
Other times I need to reach further into the darkness. Perhaps moving a step or two outside of my comfort zone and feel a stab of panic until I finally touch the plastic switchplate cover and the familiar (and comforting) rectangular toggle waiting for me to flip the switch and return to the light.

Sometimes the switch is harder to find in the darkness than other times, but trust that the switch is always there to bring back the light.

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