I had a bad day.
Not the kind where you wake up on the wrong side of the bed (I'm one of the blessed few that wakes up slow, but always in a good mood).
It was just a series of things, mostly doubt, creeping up my spine for one. Entire. Day.
It was scary.
It stopped me on my tracks.
I couldn't forge ahead as I over-dramatized my future.
"What have I done?" I kept asking myself. Did I make the right choices?
What if my husband, mom, friends, and professors had all been kind to me and the talent they say I have is nothing more that elementary?
Then my camera dies. My BABY dies. And I am literally broken to tears.
Then I find out that the retailer I purchased it from made a mistake, so the warranty I thought I had, didn't exist. I left broken and more scared than before. "THIS is surely a sign," I thought to myself.
"What have I done? I'm not on the right track and I need to make figure things out."
Then I get home, look up at the sky and see this...
THIS sky full of dark gray drama, but beautiful none-the-less, opened-up enough for me to see the sun before it disappeared.
As someone that always looks at signs and talks to the man upstairs all the time, I felt that this was his way of telling me that yes, I would be challenged through my new journey, but that it would it work out in the end.
Ana Lydia
P.S. As for my camera: The retailer made good on their mistake and exchanged my eight-month old baby for a new camera, AND gave me a real warranty :)
