Something Blue…
I’ve had a sad day. No particular reason really.
Normally, I would encase myself with the sadness. Cocoon in it. Roll up like a pig in a blanket and churn over and over on that electric plate thing like they have at 7-11 where the weiners get all charred, dried out, and chalky.
Instead of cocooning in my sadness, I shed it like a blanket. I shrugged it off and found myself cleaning hard all day, my mind busy on rubbing out the spots and organizing the clutter instead of my general blue mood. I also did not dive into the cool orange of a bag of puffy Cheetos and commence with a thousand-calorie binge. I’m pretty happy with that.
It occurs to me that sadness is relative. When I sit with it or roll up in it, it propagates itself – multiplying like a thousand tiny blue rabbits lazily lopping from one watery hopscotch square to the next, looking for “anything but here”. Sadness is fickle, and yet prolific. It didn’t quite leave completely when I buzied myself with tasks, instead it turned down the volume. A nice somber aria instead of a roar.
It is more of an oboe than a trumpet. Peter and the Wolf without a beat.