I can predict the weather

I felt the change in weather as a migraine spider-webbing its way across the right side of my skull.

The storm suited my mood: impatient, unsatisfied, expectant.

I have not yet developed an instinct for process, for taking joy in the things themselves and not just what results from the things.

When the clouds and the pain close in, and I feel insignificant and worthless, I have to remind myself that this is what life is. It’s up and down. Back and forth. Give and take. And for me, it’s periods of intense pain and periods of little to no pain.

The important thing is to keep creating. To keep moving forward. To recognize the process for what it is and savor it so that I might learn from it.

What do you think?