Friday, December 19, 2014

 

Today I am grateful for pushing through.  I know.  It sounds a bit odd and it’s really not like me, but yesterday I woke up very blue and a bit weepy. 

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Maybe it’s the horrible shooting tragedy and now orphaned kids in my community; maybe it’s the news that some woman tortured her three-year-old child to death with her boyfriend; maybe it’s the teenage video sex scandal at a regional high school;  maybe it’s the news in general; maybe it’s Christmas and the emotion surrounding all of the hoop-lah; maybe it’s just Very Mary having a not so merry day; or all of the above or none, I haven’t a clue.  I believe in going with whatever emotion is present because I spent too many years hiding what I was really feeling. . .but only to a point.  I’m so sensitive and emotionally fragile sometimes that I need to be careful to not wallow in the blue moods, or I will find myself spiraling into a vortex that can become difficult to pull out of.  I won’t let that happen.

 

 

 

I wanted to pull the covers over my head and just bawl the day away all by myself.  But I couldn’t because I had to get to the “Y” to teach the little kids to swim.  Three-year-olds counting on you is as good a reason as any to function, I guess.  As long as I was up and dragging around in a funk, I left early enough to take the water aerobics class before the ones I teach.  Exercise always helps.

 

 

 

The instructor used Christmas music, but it was not traditional. . .okay, it was almost unrecognizable!  Until Felice Navidad.  My friend, Marie and I sing along during class.  Yeah, I know, but we’re not half bad.  Honest.  Both of us spent a lot time on the theater boards so we’re “naturals”.  Except we don’t speak Spanish.  So after the initial “Felice Navidad’s”, we threw in our own lyrics. . .”huevos, nachos, taco-taco-taco, rancho. . .and Sahhhallllsssssaaaah!” or “hamoneee queso, cervasa ‘n pinata’s with burreeeetoes!” 

 

 

 

We laughed like fools.  My dark mood turned sunny.  Snap! Just like that, proving that if you push through, even when you are blue, or angry, or just plain sad, you can fake a better mood until it works!  And boy I am grateful, because I don’t have time for a self-pity party!  BING!  Heartprint! Hasta luego mi poquito enchiladas!

 

I wanted to pull the covers over my head and just bawl the day away all by myself.  But I couldn’t because I had to get to the “Y” to teach the little kids to swim.  Three-year-olds counting on you is as good a reason as any to function, I guess.  As long as I was up and dragging around in a funk, I left early enough to take the water aerobics class before the ones I teach.  Exercise always helps.

The instructor used Christmas music, but it was not traditional. . .okay, it was almost unrecognizable!  Until Felice Navidad.  My friend, Marie and I sing along during class.  Yeah, I know, but we’re not half bad.  Honest.  Both of us spent a lot time on the theater boards so we’re “naturals”.  Except we don’t speak Spanish.  So after the initial “Felice Navidad’s”, we threw in our own lyrics. . .”huevos, nachos, taco-taco-taco, rancho. . .and Sahhhallllsssssaaaah!” or “hamoneee queso, cervasa ‘n pinata’s with burreeeetoes!” 

We laughed like fools.  My dark mood turned sunny.  Snap! Just like that, proving that if you push through, even when you are blue, or angry, or just plain sad, you can fake a better mood until it works!  And boy I am grateful, because I don’t have time for a self-pity party!  BING!  Heartprint! Hasta luego mi poquito enchiladas!