At the end of the day, everything will be okay

There are days when things don't go the way they are supposed to. Days when things don't go the way you'd expect them to. Days when the sky looks really gray and you get rained on.

But I need to remind myself that at the end of the day, everything will be okay. No matter how much it rains, there will always be calm after the storm. Life can be like a roller coaster sometimes, but I won't let the downs define who I am. I am so much more than what happens to me, and I am more valuable than what I give myself credit for. I refuse to be belittled by my experiences; instead, I need to transform my feelings into vehicles of greatness.

I was just reading a beautiful blog post by Hannah Brencher, and her words fit perfectly. Since I can't write it better than she did, I'll quote her directly:

"There will be them days when all you have the strength to do is sit—square in the middle of the kitchen table that still holds your initials from childhood—and pair spoonfuls of peanut butter with a carton of vanilla bean ice cream. One more bite, that’s it. Just one more bite.
On them days, go for creamy instead of chunky. Go until the gentle reminder pushes its way inward: Food won’t heal you. Food won’t fix you. Put the Big Spoon down, Little One. I love you too much to watch this pain.
There will be them days when you’ll scrape the polish right off of your fingers. Freckles of Gold and Blue falling to the floor of the car. And you’ll look down at your hands in discouragement. What do you want of me? The question will sit in your throat. What am I here for?"

Things will get better. They always have and they always will.