Day 914... and some days are just days. In the beginning, I opened my heart to God, a higher power, the doorknob, the fairies, the unicorns, the mystics, the Universe, and basically any otherwordly phenomenon that I'd previously shut out with outright pessimism. On day zero, a happenstance knock at my door and the resulting visit from a miscellaneous redhaired woman prevented me from swallowing of a bottle oxycodone. She sensed my anguish, and hugged me, held me tight, and told me that everything was going to be ok. I believed her. A complete stranger turned up at my front door at precisely the right time to save my life. .
Angels - 1
Pessimistic Pete - 0
On the worst day of my life, I saw a bright side. Soon after, Pete on Repeat was born.
One by one, the miracles presented themselves, on #Repeat , exactly when I needed them: The beauty in a sunset, the smile from a stranger, the warm message, the renewed sense of value for life. .
But, some days are just days. I really struggled when the miracles faded. I'd been so accustomed to experiencing this new found joy, life in technicolor, that when days slipped by without instance, I felt as though I was slipping backward into shades of grey. It's almost as though I felt like I was doing something wrong, like my time on the brightside had expired. .
I wanted to write this one, today, as sort of a #psa to remind you that some days will slip away, and that's completely ok. It doesn't mean that you're broken or you're back peddling. It doesn't mean that your time in light has come to an end. Some days are just days. Don't beat yourself up. Tomorrow, you've got another shot.
I'll see you on the brightside. .
Pictured: Some #bald dude taking a #selfie while swinging #twinkle lights. .