Bedspread

My bedspread is reversible. On one side, it's a bright, springtime shade of yellow. On the other, it's a muted tone of gray. When Mom helped me move into my apartment at the beginning of the semester, she made sure that the yellow side was showing, saying that when I see the cheerful shade, I'll "have no excuse to feel sorry" for myself, that the yellow will remind me to maintain a positive outlook. I personally didn't like the yellow side as much--it was lovely, but it didn't seem to match the gloomy lighting of my apartment. It was easier to reverse the bedspread and display the gray. 

 My bedspread has the potential to be double-sided, and so do I. I have the option to view my troubles as unbearable, or I can see them as tough but doable. There are days where I simply need to turn over my bedspread, and sit on my gray comforter. I think that's definitely understandable. It's not wrong to have those days--we're given both sides for a reason. But once your pity party is over, you have to make sure to reverse your bedspread and continue about life with your yellow side showing, even if it's tough stuff.