You got me. You and just about every cold, rainy, gray forecast (that lasts for longer than a day) always seem bring me down. Don’t get me wrong. I can take responsibility for my feelings. It’s just. . .well. . .you’re here, so it’s hard to not separate feeling like I do with your glummy presence.
Where did you come from anyway? Was it those three late nights in a row? Maybe all the junk food and lack of exercise? A serious lack of chocolate and that discount coffee?
Oh well. I guess we’re just going to have to get along until you get melted away by the beautiful healing power of the sun. It’s really not so bad having you visit.
It helps me remember to slow down a little and to think about all the things for which I have to be thankful. No feeling of despair can ever swipe those blessings away. Maybe feeling down now and then is just a part of the normal sway of life. If I were twirling like a lovesick ballerina all of the time, then you’d just look different…maybe like an opera.
Anyway, thanks for stopping by. I don’t want to push you out the door, but the sun’s supposed to be shining again tomorrow, and a good night’s sleep is looking promising, so this might be it. (Until Monday when they’re calling for snow again. Ugh.)
Maybe you should try getting in touch with your own feelings. You just might find that there’s more to be thankful for than there is to be sad. And you might even discover that even you can bring people closer to God.
Peace!
Mary Beth
