I love sunsets.
Always have.
Which works out rather well, considering I currently live in a van and spend a considerable amount of time near the coast.
A few days ago, I was having one of those days.
The kind where I start questioning pretty much everything.
Am I doing the right thing? Is any of this going to work? Should I be doing something more sensible? What exactly is the plan here?
All very valid questions.
Especially when I don’t have the answers.
I’d spent most of the day going around in circles in my own head.
Then, in the evening, I went to watch the sunset.
And it was beautiful.
Not just quite nice. Properly beautiful.
I sat there for a while.
And somewhere between the sun starting to disappear and it getting dark, I felt better.
A lot better, actually.
Which is ridiculous when you think about it.
Nothing had changed.
I still didn’t have the answers.
My business ideas hadn’t suddenly become profitable. Nobody had offered me a brilliant consulting assignment. I hadn’t worked out what I was doing with the next few months.
The sun had simply gone down.
Something it does every day.
And yet.
I went back to Petal feeling considerably more optimistic about everything.
Same life. Same questions. Same questionable decisions.
Different brain.
I’m not suggesting sunsets are a solution to life’s problems.
Although I do seem to be treating them as one.
And so far, they’re doing a surprisingly good job.
