So, I had a blue-esque sort of a day. If you've known me for say, 20 years or so, this will be no surprise to you whatsoever. If you've known me for a year, you'll wonder what went wrong. Nothing at all, I say. Just because I used to be the girl who cried for a hobby and because I'm now the girl who laughs just as much as she used to cry -- maybe more -- doesn't mean I have to be popsicles and sunshine all day every day. Get off my back, already, dammit.
Heh. Just kidding on that last bit.
I really did have a blue moment or twelve, but then I remembered that a little bit of blue never killed anyone, and was glad to have a little rain on the sand. Raindrops falling heavily, without violence, and with purpose. And the desert was happy to have the moisture. (That's where the flowers grow later.)
Additionally, I remembered the following things, which always help:
- Beth, my VBF
- Jenny Fines Cox
- The Fig
- Jacob, Chloe, Seth, Jude, and Simon
- New neighbors
- Family history
Balance is not so bad.
Love you, mean it.