and the melody lingered on
Today I did something I haven't done in, well, I can't remember the last time. Anywho, today, I woke up singing. I can't remember what I was singing, I believe it was medley of chaotic noise, but the point is, I was singing. This means that things are looking up and that I could very possibly be feeling better. I love Sunday's. It's the beginning of the week, a spiritual day (at least for some) and to me a sign of newness, and there's nothing I love more than newness. So I've made a conscious effort to stay in the good ole newness kind of mood and not let anyone steal my joy from me. It's weird in a way. I've lost a lot of people recently, and found some new ones, but it's been like a spiritual enema (okay that sounds gross) but seriously. I'm purging people like one would purge unwanted food, or like the ocean purges unwanted marine life and trash that washes upon the shore. Sometimes, I'm learning, loss is good, and so I will contin...