A thousand hugs on this beautiful first day of spring

The reality of life is that sometimes, you just have to get through it...

Excerpted from a friend's email today...

Sorry about the sad face this morning. I've determined that sometimes I'm just sad and it has nothing to do with my external circumstances (although external events can be a trigger). Really, I'm in a very lucky place right now, there's nothing at all that I need to feel this down about. I think I'm just perfectly wired for attacks of dismay and when that happens, I know the best thing that I can do is just push forward (at times a little non-specific crying helps too.).

Sometimes it's hard to see things as they truly are but I'm getting better at developing my rational side. Rationally, I probably will feel no better about the work in a new department. It will feel tedious and boring and I'll resist it passive-agressively...just because. So the best thing to do is simply know that where ever I am, I just need to show up and follow the rules...and know that I'll be free one day. It's what you do...and many have before you. I can do it too when I set my mind to it---when I have this level of clarity working for me, even when I have the blues.

To the best of our knowledge riff

Listening to the replay of to the best of our knowledge this morning on NPR. I've been up since 3:15 a.m. The best day to be up at that time in the morning is Sunday morning. I awoke to a piece by the editors of Smith Magazine discussing their new publication 'Not Quite what I was Planning; Six Word Memoirs'.

Just like everyone else who learns of this exploit, I immediately began to construct my own version. After playing around with it a bit, I came to these six words:

Bright potential. Dim life. Darkly bored.

But I thought that made me sound rather criminally insane. So I changed it to this:

Big potential. Small life. So bored.

Yup. That about sums it up for right now anyway. Although I must admit the shadow in me resonates with the former flash memoir as well...

And there was a funny little irony to this story. After writing this, I discovered last week on TTBOOK, there was a segment on boredom. Universe calling? Hmmm. I'm going over to listen to the podcast right now...