You Are My Sunshine

Today started out gray, both weather-wise and heart-wise. The rain came down in sheets and sheets and woke me up extra early. Not something I particularly needed after a 4 day weekend! As I gear up for my day, making lunches, getting the kids going and then heading for my morning latte to go, I think about Katey (see last post) and how I have to go to one client and tell her about Katey, as they no longer live at the same residence and they were friends AND then I have to go to the scene of the sorrow. Such an unexpected sorrow. I have to put on a happy face and teach class. Chin up, shoulders relaxed, eyes wet….hell yeah, we are allowed. Those of us that remember Katey and her silliness and sometimes crankiness (heck, we are ALL entitled to some of that from time to time) were sad today. Actually, the entire place seemed sad and shocked still. From reception to general manager to me, the yoga teacher, we all had heavy hearts-sigh.

My blues were not leaving me anytime soon so I decided to embrace the melancholy of the day. I put in the new Barry Manilow CD and opened the windows a bit and sang along. A smilin’ face with leaky eyes. Sometimes you have to make your own sunshine.