One of those days
Sometimes things happen, you feel all sad and sappy and sorry for yourself, and you just want to go into hiding … away from places, problems and other people’s opinions. You’ve had enough, you feel the sting of bitterness and you know you need to get over it. You go undercover … but you can’t stay there for long.
Eventually you have to pop your head out of the hidey hole and make nice.
Sometimes you even have to go out on a limb. That may mean that you hang on for dear life, but still. You must get up, get over it and go for it.
And it’s ok if you had one of those days when you stayed in your pajamas, curled up in your fuzzy blanket and watched Pride & Prejudice for the umpteenth time. Sometimes solitude is good for the soul. It soothes the stings and rough edges.
Some days are made to be “mental health” days. Eventually, though, you have to hop up and join the rest of the world. There’s no rest for the wicked weary, you know.
And when you surface … when you finally get dressed and brush your hair and decide it’s time to put on your big girl panties and join the rest of the family, you can smile and feel satisfied because what could be better than birthday cake? And if the cake is because someone else is turning another year older, even better.
Happy birthday, brother. Man, you’re gettin’ old! Just kidding.