Sometimes I get a little down.
It’s the little and big things that get to me. For the most part I’m a pretty positive girl.
Sometimes it’s the negative comment that is thrust my way. Even if it wasn’t meant for me or about me, I’ll carry it around, bundled like a mewing newborn.
”If only you were thinner, taller, younger, blonder…”
“It’s too bad you didn’t finish college, write that book, get that job, buy that house…”
“Why don’t you make more money, run more miles, smile more, smile less, take charge of your life…”
Other times it’s the circumstances of my life that blow me over like a reed in the wind.
Worrying about Beloved
Dealing with FIL
Thinking about Mom
Listening to silence and finally understanding that soon it will be like this all the time
Gasping as the caller ID announces a call from the retirement home
I see the new calf run across the field in wild abandon.
I made a seven-month-old baby smile.
My dog is glad to see me after work.
The garden is growing.
My Girl comes home.
And my Beloved puts his arms around me, tells me I’m pretty, and I rest in his embrace.
Life is good.
Then I'm not so down anymore.