The Sun will Come Out, Tomorrow.

I loved the Annie movie when I was a little girl.  My sisters and I watched that movie over and over again.  I think we wore out our Annie VHS tape.  My mom even permed my hair (herself of course) and then had it cut short to look like Annie. (My hair looked more like an afro on a white girl than it made me look like Annie.)  I feel like Orphan Annie.  At least the orphan Annie at the beginning of the movie, singing Tomorrow to all the other little orphan girls.  I know, it is CHEESY, but I do.

Annie keeps saying that “the sun will come out tomorrow”.  I find myself saying the same thing.  “It will happen tomorrow!”  “Tomorrow we will find a job.”   “Someone will call for an interview tomorrow.”  “Tomorrow we will get an offer.”…you get the point.

I even “just stick out my chin, And Grin, and Say…”  In other words, I fake being happy (sometimes, at least).  Now don’t go casting judgment on me,  you know you do it too.  We all do it.  I was joking with a few acquaintances yesterday that we all paint on our happy faces and pretend that all is well.  We all got a good laugh about that, because it is so true. We all pretend that our lives are great.

Maybe we are pretending to be happy because we are trying to convince ourselves that we are okay.

Maybe we are pretending because that is easier than explaining why we aren’t happy

Maybe we are responding with a “Great, how are you?”  because we don’t think that the person asking us “How are you?” really wants to know or hear how we are truly doing.

So we keep hoping for “tomorrow”.  Hoping that it will bring good news.  The problem is that I have said “Tomorrow” for over 1095 days.  I am tired.  But we keep saying, “the sun will come out tomorrow.”  Maybe someday we will see the sun again.  Please be soon!

 

The sun’ll come out Tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow
There’ll be sun!
Just thinkin’ about Tomorrow
Clears away the cobwebs, And the sorrow
‘Til there’s none!

When I’m stuck a day
That’s gray, and lonely,
I just stick out my chin
And Grin, and Say, Oh…

The sun’ll come out Tomorrow
So ya gotta hang on ‘Til tomorrow
Come what may
Tomorrow! Tomorrow!
I love ya, Tomorrow!
You’re always a day
Away!

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