It’s one of those days. I usually work around them but today, it’s all consuming.
Grey, drizzly and chilly outside. Grey, slightly weepy and chilled inside.
The weather and I are a matching pair.
I don’t need the sunshine, lemonade, life is so much harder for someone else speech.
As if I don’t know that?
Sometimes I need to allow myself that time to just be in the mood and sink into it until it passes. The trick is to not stay there too long.
It can be a gift. Sometimes my best writing comes from days like today. I tend to be more creative and relaxed. It’s like my brain is gently nudging me to stop, think, ponder, let go…
Easier said than done. Especially when you are someone who likes to be in control of things.
I’m thinking about painting today. I’m not a painter but I enjoy trying. I even played my piano for a bit, which is something I haven’t done in a long, long time.
I listen to my favorite pianist and let his music wash over me; a balm for my soul.
And you know dreary isn’t necessarily a bad word. To me, it’s actually quite a fetching little word with a negative definition. It’s too pretty a word to mean dull, lifeless, depressing. I choose for it to mean “wistfully meditative, with a tinge of melancholy.”
That’s me today, “wistfully meditative with a tinge of melancholy.”