On some days, I have it all figured out. I see the bigger picture and it is crystal clear. Life seems doable. I wake up with all the enthusiasm in the world ready to conquer my day and chase my dreams. On those days, I check all the boxes on my to-do list. I am excited about everything. Elated, dare I say. After all said and done, I even light a candle or two, play some background classical music, read a book to end the day. Bliss!
Then there are days when I simply do not want to get out of bed. Or maybe I can’t? The days where everything seems so dreadful. And nothing seems to go right. The days when I dream of being a log of wood. To lay around without a care in the world. No feelings, no emotions, just still and watch time pass.
And then we have the middle. Just there. I call these types of days the grey days. You know, when you’re not overly energetic or sad. But just there. In the middle. When feelings are neither positive nor negative, nothing is overstated. Just there is the only way I can describe this middle that I talk about. You have just enough energy to keep going but sad enough to not want to.
These three rotations are my cycle of life. I have to come to learn to enjoy the high, go through the low and see where the middle takes me. Because however I feel, whenever I feel it, this too shall pass.
It’s all a part of this awful, beautiful and confusing thing called life. And I am doing the best I can.
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