Wednesday, October 22, 2008
I'm blue. Fret not, I've come to accept the cycles of depression. Fighting it just leads to a helpless, pathetic kind of misery that I'm not well suited to handle. So, here I am in my pajamas for the second day in a row. The Favorite Guy finagled a short lunch date yesterday-he is rather skilled at coercion, and I picked up some new papers from Jo-Ann while we were out and about. One never knows if the spell is going to be brooding and pensive or impassioned and productive. Either way, best to be prepared.
I find the spells easier to manage when I just allow them to come in and go without resistance. If it's fatigue, I'll nap. If it's food cravings, I'll snack. Unfortunately, I'm not one of those, "go run a 5k" types...now that would be excellent! So far though, the fitness fanatic spell has been remiss. I did however, spend an inordinate amount of time preoccupied with the color blue today. I contemplated its relationship to the term, "the blues". Why not call it "the taupes" or "the ecrus"? Blue has so much potential for happiness. I certainly do not equate these feelings of impending doom, general malaise, fatigue and sloth with cerulean or cornflower or periwinkle. Periwinkle is my favorite color, and look at the shot I took of the Arizona sky; perfectly blue and absolutely gorgeous! So like, whose bright idea was it to call this dreaded feeling the blues? Any ideas? Humor me.
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