Have you ever been just going about your day and suddenly, you’re so depressed you can barely look up? What’s that about? I was watching TV and someone on one of my favorite shows asked “Have we used all of our happy?” It made me wonder if they were right? Do we get a finite amount of happy?
No, I don’t believe that because I go up and down like a leaky balloon. At one point in this day I was sighing and falling down like I had a super big hole in my balloon. I took a deep breath (possibly refilling my balloon?) and immediately started feeling better. So what does it all mean? Am I nuts? Am I psycho? Oh Lord I’m calling myself out? Do I need to see someone? Am I an island unto myself? Oh good grief I’m asking tons of questions and quite frankly I have no answers. Does that alone make me crazy? Wow, how did I go from no joy to crazy?
Ah well the cheese stands alone.
To be continued…