Joy to the world
Monday, November 01, 2010
I am discouraged. I am tired of numbing out. I am tired of being tired.
So Ms. Half-Full Glass here is trying to find the second half.
I have lost my joy.
I'd like to say I misplaced it.
My dogs buried it. My ex ran away with it. I hid it from my family along with a bunch of other feelings and now I can't find it. My first love stole it.
Maybe it went hand-in-hand with trust out the door long ago.
You know how they describe a baby as a bundle of joy? I think at some point this bundle was shrink-wrapped.
On the other hand - maybe joy was a bulb I planted in the earth to protect it as it got cold and spring is close at hand.
I find the harder I try to relax and let joy come forth, the more distant, anxious, and tight I feel.
I hear the echo of 'Relax, Sleep tight, Don't let the bedbugs bite!' How can I relax or sleep when they've just announced on the news there is a bedbug epidemic in the US??? Just my luck - lol.
I'm betting my joy is that bulb soon ready to burst though the earth reaching up to the warmth of the sun. It's been winter too long!