Fog

Woke up to a foggy morning outside.
Sometimes I wake up to a foggy morning inside me. 
Feeling overcast, weighed down, heavy, burdened.
I wonder if this morning dislikes the feeling of fog.
I certainly do.
But I suspect this morning knows some truths
That I often forget:
This too shall pass.
The sun will come out again.
And my all time favorite truism:
What I resist, persists.  
And now, as I look out the window several hours later,
The fog is lifting!