What the Universe said to me today:
What if funky, confusing, gray, lonely days were just part of a "system" that, in turn, created bright, rich, happy, friendly days?
What if they were just meant to give deeper elements of your creativity a rest?
What if they were deliberately crafted holidays, of a sort, devised by your inner psyche to relieve you from the pressure of artificial expectations?
Would you still bemoan them, wonder what's wrong with you, or fear that they'll never end?
Or, would they kind of tickle you pink?
Thanks Universe, I get it.