It's the summer solstice and a beautiful evening for a walk. The sun is out longer today than any other day of the year up here above the equator. Maybe that's why the daisies I passed by seemed to be smiling. It was warm out but that didn't keep the people in. There was life everywhere.
A middle aged yoga group practicing in the grass stands of the amphitheatre. A showing of Lilo & Stitch on the green that brought out the young families. Lovers and joggers and dogs on the trail. Friends and couples at the patio bar as the musicians played.
Some days are long because they just feel that way- no matter the season or the sunlight. Some days are just fucking hard and it feels like the only thing you can do is hold on, get through it, and hope for a better tomorrow. I had plenty of those days in the almost four years since my divorce. I'm sure quite a few of you reading this right now know exactly what I mean. And maybe some of you are having the longest day today and not because of the solstice.
I just want to say to you it gets better. Not right away. And not every day. Some days are certainly still hard because that's life. But the more time that passes since you're own personal D-Day, the more you'll find yourself smiling up at the sun- like daises on the longest day.
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