Some days feel like a game rigged against you. The universe, with its twisted sense of humor, throws challenge after challenge as if daring you to say, “Seriously? What now?” Today is one of those days for me. My energy is low, my patience thinner than my morning green tea, and every little and big thing seems to be going wrong.

I wish I could say I’m rising above it all with grace and wisdom, but the truth is, I’m just flipping my brain like a stubborn switch, trying to find the “positive” setting. It’s not working as well as I’d like, but hey—I’m trying.

And maybe that’s what hope really is. Not the loud, triumphant kind that shines bright and bold, but the quiet, stubborn kind that refuses to disappear, even when the dark clouds roll in. Hope is whispering, “This too shall pass,” even when you don’t fully believe it yet. Even when you had whispered “this too shall pass” for the umpteenth time, everything still felt wrong.

So here I am, holding onto that whisper, waiting for the storm to ease. And in the spirit of not letting this bad mood win, I’ve decided—or at least, I plan—to go for a jog this evening. Maybe the fresh air, the rhythmic sound of my feet against the pavement, and the simple act of moving forward will remind me that no bad day lasts forever.

Because a bad day is not a bad life. And tomorrow is another chance to try again.

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May you be at peace my dearest reader,

Karin Sabrina