Hello. Despite my best intentions, times have been tough. You know sometimes when you need to force yourself to think of positive things because you’re feeling particularly hopeless? That’s what it’s been like for me lately.
I have two posts waiting to be finished: one about pesto, and one featuring the garlic festival I went to yesterday. I’m not getting any enjoyment out of school lately, but there are little things I must remind myself of: A sweet husband who wants to sit with me and comfort me, even when I turn away, too lost in my own sadness. The smell of roasting garlic, potatoes, and butternut squash coming from the oven and filling up the house. Seeing bright oranges and reds through my bedroom window, despite not stepping outside all day. A baby’s hand on my arm. Telling myself that I am capable of doing well in school and having last semester as proof. Friends to take silly pictures with. Up and down, up and down, venture, retreat, venture, retreat.
Sometimes flash mobs aren’t singing funny songs or doing random synchronized things. Sometimes they play wonderful music and give you goosebumps.
“Good job, fork grabber, you did it! Try not to cry on your pasta”…and depression can be made funny!
It’s been my experience that you can nearly always enjoy things if you make up your mind firmly that you will. –L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables