The one thing we can count on – the one thing we can be certain of – is that things change.
Yes, I spent a good chunk of rainy March wallowing in the mire. But I knew that somehow, someway, it would cycle through and I’d come home to me again.
I felt the first inkling of an attitude adjustment on Tuesday. On Wednesday I began to believe it was more than my imagination and this morning – this wonderful, beautiful, sun draped Thursday morning – I jumped out of bed with a smile on my face and charged into the day.
While I can’t put my finger on what triggered it, I can narrow it down to three things:
1. Six weeks are my limit when it comes to moping around. I simply can’t stand it any longer.
2. Something resonated inside when I said to my friend over the weekend “I’m stronger than you.” Perhaps the idea of strength reminded my psyche of the other qualities I have and hold dear – my resilience and my loving nature, the ease with which I forgive, my cheerfulness (it wouldn’t be prudent to begin listing the qualities I possess yet don’t hold as dear…like my predisposition toward envy and my lack of cooking skills…)
3. And the gift of a coffee mug from a friend and yoga student:
I’m riding the crest of a creative surge. My kitchen has become an art studio. I’m juggling three essays, a magazine article and homework for an online course I’m enrolled in. Tonight I spent a couple of hours doing voice over work for a friend’s website. She and her husband have an incredible home recording studio and it didn’t take long before we were thinking about creating a new yoga CD.
Tomorrow I’m tackling ‘The Dish’ with a friend.
It feels weird, because it was actually me who opened the laptop and emailed ‘hey, do you want to take a walk?’ I guess I didn’t actually expect him to say ‘yes’. And yet, he did. Go figure.
Life can be good.
But things change. I know they do. So I’m going to grab this high and hang on for the ride and enjoy it for as long as I can.