Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Visitations of the Home Grown Variety
(Some wall painting that Marcy did in our kitchen recently.)
I woke up, after a night of intense and anxiety-ridden dreams, feeling a bit uninspired, so I thought a photo containing an Our Lady of Guadalupe -- who is in my banner, after all -- could only be helpful.
I am surprised by this lack of inspiration today.
I have a table full of ideas that are awaiting me.
I have a fun lunch meeting today and will be scheduling more meetings that will be fruitful in terms of getting YogaDance going here in my hometown.
I had ballroom dance class last night, for goodness sake!
I should be floating.
I should be on fire!
Oh, the dreaded "should."
Here's what I (and all of us) have to remember: Happiness is not some permanent 24/7 State of Giddy. It's more of a marriage than a first date, ya know? And even great marriages have peaks and valleys. What makes the marriage great is the two people's abilities to recognize these as cycles, rather than see them as Harbingers of Doom.
Marriage takes loyalty, determination, faithfulness, patience. You know that list of stuff that usually gets read at weddings. It's true.
Finding your own happiness is the same. It's not perfect. It takes work.
I didn't feel like writing today, but I show up to the page and something happens.
I don't feel like dancing either, but I will and something will happen there, too.
I show up.
Some days, that, all by itself, is the Miracle. Of the Guadalupe sort.