When I opened the blinds at 7:30 this morning, I felt that I was living in the middle of huge, billowy clouds. The fog was so thick and impenetrable, I couldn't see the cypress tree-lined driveway that winds up a nearby hill, the building next door, or even the end of the deck outside my apartment.
By 9 a.m., the fog was disappearing and that proverbial Ol' Man Sunshine was making his slow-pokey appearance, gradually lifting my spirits. I ambled over to my computer and found a video of one of my favorite Motown groups, The Temptations, singing My Girl; the lyrics start with "I've got sunshine on a cloudy day." How appropriate! Here it is: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ltRwmgYEUr8.
What about the metaphorical "clouds" that sometimes seem to obscure what I, in a fit of wishful thinking, believe should be the cloudless bright horizon of my future? Sometimes I try to punch my way through those clouds. But why? They'll disappear in time. I ought to recognize that it's inevitable to go through periods of being lost in the clouds (or, what seems like slogging through molasses) before you get to the point where the sun comes shining through.
As Mary Kay Ash, founder of Mary Kay Cosmetics, wisely said, "Every silver lining has a cloud." How sweet it is to finally reach that silver lining after the cloud disappears!