It has been a nose to the grindstone week at my part-time job and the weather reverted to cold, windy and rainy again. I am emotionally so affected by the weather and particularly by the absence of the sun. It is beautiful, but cold as I write this at 5 p.m.
So, when I ran across this photo on an old archival disk of Gordonstoun School's production of a Midsummer Night's Dream some years back, I thought to myself, "That's how I've felt all week." I'd like to think he is shouting, "Speak louder. I can't hear myself."
Some weeks, and I'm sure you can identify with this, I put one foot in front of another and try to stay busy so the chatter in my head can't get the best of me. In the midst of all the goodness in my life, there have been so many friends and family members struggling in some valley moments in what I call the peaks and valleys of life. Then I listen and watch the news and between wars, unrest, politics, infidelities, terrorism, threats, mayhem and death,it's a necessity to stay busy so I don't let my natural anxiety grow into panic. Will Harold Camping's doomesday prediction for May 21 be taken seriously by any sane people? Apparently there are those who believe it will happen.
So, instead of posting to the blog and reading blogs this week, I've buried myself in work, art journals and fiction. With the weather cold it's so easy at night to tuck into bed early to read--and unfortunately, to snack. Cold weather brings out my urges to binge at bedtime.
I ask you to gaze at the picture of this young actor above. What do you imagine he might be saying? And, how are you feeling this week? By the way, even though I'm kvetching, it has been a good week in spite of myself.