Rainy Day Blues

I found an old post that I really enjoyed re-reading.  I just wanted to repost it for any of you that have ever had a similar experience. 

What a beautiful sunny day.

The sun is bright, the temperature is right - it is a perfect day....

...and I feel miserable.

A storm is brewing.

It is heavy, dark and ugly. It is looming on the horizon and creeping slowly eclipsing the sun's warmth.

I hate these feelings that engulf me. It's like standing on the shore watching the tsunami build to a great force that will crash on top of you and all you can do is plant your feet deep in the sand and wait for the rushing waters to subside.

I have hope. "This too shall pass" my wise mother always says.

What surprises me is a single thought comes in and I just as quickly try to dismiss it. But somehow the sticky residue clings to my subconscious and stirs emotions and feelings and brews into physical ailments that begin to fester this hideous storm. I become depressed and sad. I feel irritated and tired. I have that rainy day feeling all over me; robbing me of my otherwise sunny day joy.

So what do I need?

A pity party? Perhaps a night of pizza, DVDs, and popcorn...

Or a delightful dinner with a friend and a glass of Moscato...

Alas this too shall pass.

 

In the mean time my road feels long and I am weary from traveling alone. I long for a companion to travel with. To share the beautiful sunsets and the glorious horizons. To lay in the open fields and ponder at the vast sky and make shapes of the clouds. To laugh and share stories during the journey. To lean on during the hard spots or help carry the weight.

To name the furry woodland creatures. To have picnics or make shelter for the night, gathering firewood, or fishing in neighboring streams.

 

{Landslide by Fleetwood Mac just came on the radio - talk about timing

"...I climbed a mountain and I turned around. I saw my reflection in the snow-covered hills 'till the landslide brought me down ... Can the child within my heart rise above? Can I sail through the changing ocean tides? Can I handle the seasons of my life?"}