Don't Be Scared...

When you are overwhelmed by life, I recommend a night spent driving around with your hysterically funny friend drinking Chik-Fil-A milkshakes and singing along to GLEE music.

So it was pointed out to me that my blog has been a bit...let's say "depressing"....lately. I agree. I tend to use this as a journal and forget that people actually read it. So it makes sense that I write at my bluest moments and don't pause to write when I'm happy or feeling silly or all the other emotions I have.

One of my favorite quotes is from Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya sisterhood, where the main character's mother Vivienne is talking about how she feels as if she has a crack in her heart, and that while she acts tough and tries to hide her vulnerability, part of her wishes everyone could see that crack, and treat it (and her) with the gentleness it requires. I try to live my way in a life that is respectful of the fact people have their own vulnerabilities like Vivienne, and one thing I appreciate about writing, especially with this blog, is how it allows me to reveal and explore my own "weaknesses." But those aspects are certainly not all I am, or all I have to talk (er, write) about, and I certainly don't want to be someone who unnecessarily adds onto other peoples' burdens by sharing my own. Nor is it wise to get caught up in the blueness and self-pity and never see or share the light that exists even in the tough times. Or, to strangle the metaphor, to so focus on the one crack in the heart that you can't see how well and strong the rest of the organ is around it.

So if you see me getting stuck in the melancholy, feel free to smack me out of it. And I will do my best to remember to write the good, not just the less good.

To end, I'd like to share my blonde moment of the day.

Doctor talking to my patient: "Oh did you work for Intelos?" (Patient nods.) "Did you do wiring or something like that?"
Me: "I think Intelos is wireless."
Doctor: "blank stare."
Me: "You know, like, the Intelos Wireless Pavilion downtown...." trails off while realizing the blondeness...
Doctor: "Right, well, you still have to WIRE for the wireless, right?"
Me: "Riiiiight...."
Doctor: "So there are still WIRES. Anyway, moving on..."

Sigh. At least my patient got a laugh out of it. I live to amuse.

Have a good night, and xoxo.