Man, it’s tough returning to the big gray North after being “home”—a land of vivid rainbows and colors, brilliant sunshine and vitality (in all shapes and forms).
I’m good at supporting or encouraging others, offering reassuring or helpful advice, but when it comes to lil ol’ me, I can really suck sometimes. Try as I might, I can’t shake those stagnating doldrums, or propel the heavy, tiring blues into oblivion; it’s like wearing a cerement of wet cement. Ugh, I say. Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh.
So I share my back-to-reality weariness. When I write, it helps alleviate some of the malaise. Because as I read what I write, I think: where the <bleep> is your head? This isn’t you. You’re a survivor. A supporter. Count your blessings. Feel good for what God has given you . . . and will continue to give.
And thus, my feelings/emotions start to shift. The stress dissipates. A little at first. Then a lot. Until all negativity has disappeared completely.
I then see all is okay with the world. A lot of great things can (and will) happen. It’s all a question of time. And will. And belief. And faith.
And I consider yet more advice from Rhonda Byrne (The Secret):
The things that come most quickly into your life are the things that you BELIEVE in the most. You can only bring to you what you BELIEVE, so you must BELIEVE to receive what you want.
(Everyone needs a little pep talk now and again.)