This too will pass.
It's been (and we are only on Tuesday) one of those weeks where nothing good happens and you wonder how you are going to come through the other side but then you have a cry and listen to music, that a friend who is no longer in your life introduced you to and even though you can't understand why people walk in and out of your life and why other people are celebrating the life events that you so want in your own life, you are thankful for roses, the voice of a new friend hundreds of kilometres away, tears finally falling releasing pent up sorrow with them and you choose to believe in hope....even if strangers swear at you for parking outside your flat first thing in the morning when your day has already started badly. Sometimes the days are like this and you wonder where you joie de vivre is but tomorrow is another day. This too will pass.