What the hell was I going to do?
I was sick and tired of thinking and it was only 9am. My head hurt like a bitch and I couldn’t seem to find a way out.
The weather made it even worse. Torrential rain drummed against my windows and I could hear the drainpipes gurgling as they overflowed.
Being in my apartment was making me stir crazy, but there was nowhere to go and I didn’t want to get wet. I also knew that walking wasn’t going to fix this problem. More than that, I needed to talk to the person concerned and ask them what they really wanted. And I needed to ask myself what I really wanted and what I was willing to do.
Four hours later the rain finally stopped and I emerged from my apartment looking like an animal after a long winter’s hibernation. I blinked in the sudden sunlight and saw the clouds had parted leaving patches of blue sky beneath. The sight made me smile.
I still wasn’t completely sure what I wanted, but the past few hours had given me some perspective. Maybe I was going about this all wrong. Maybe I needed to think outside the box and rather than think about what I didn’t have, think about what I DID have right in front of me.
My phone buzzed with a message from my significant other.
“We will work this out together, I’m not letting you go.”
I smiled stupidly to myself. That was the answer I’d been looking for and the one I had wanted to get.
As I looked up at the sky again my grin widened.
A rainbow. An omen.
Things were going to work out just fine.