I haven’t planned this out, as if, so I’ll write it as I feel it.
Some days are shadow days. For no immediately obvious reason, they just are. And this is one of them for me. As a fairly regular writer of blog posts I obviously and mostly write about things that interest me and therefore might interest you. This is no different. None of us, I suspect, are happy all the time.
It’s not that I’ve been unhappy in a dramatic way today. No trauma, no accidents, no bad news, not much at all has happened. In a not much at all kind of way. At other times and in other moods I’d call today ‘ordinary’ and rejoice quietly in its ordinariness. But today ordinary has lurked around the edges of depression, a place I’ve often been familiar with in what’s now a fairly long life.
I am so tired and I so need the quiet rest that is this day.
And I know well now that these shadow days are not a disaster. I know well now that there is, in fact, no light without shade such as this. No bright sunny days without these shadow days.
Music often helps. So I’ve been listening to some old friends. ‘Sunflower’ and ‘Surf’s Up’ by the Beach Boys.
“The Sunday morning gospel goes good with the soul,
There’s blues, folk and country and rock like a Rolling Stone”
Which have helped. Helped remind me it’s just a shadow day. No big deal. They happen sometimes. Always have and no doubt always will. Maybe it’s that way for you too?