Lately it feels like my life is an amusement park and I am on all the wrong rides. The roller coaster has been running fine until it's my turn. Up and down, flying cars full of elated and excited people all day long. Not when it's my turn to ride. It stops on the uphill-brakes failing-no momentum-back down to the start the car rolls and I wait.
Next ride-the tea cups. But instead of precise spins of joy, my cup is spinning out of control. It won't stop. The ride operator has taken a break! He forgot I was on the ride. Spinning and spinning until I feel sick and unable to hang on to the wheel. I close my eyes and wait.
The sun comes up, the sun goes down. Some days are brighter than others. Some days are gloomier than others. It all averages out in the long run.
So I wait for the brighter days, shades in hand, sunscreen applied, umbrella poised to be put away. Maye if I squint, I will see a shred of blue in a sea of gray clouds. Maybe.