Under a Cloud

Lately I feel like I’m living under a cloud. Not a happy, fluffy cloud, but not a threatening one, either. Just a cloud.

Well, that one is a little too cute, and vaguely resembles a politician, but you get my drift.

Am I depressed? Maybe. Fall is always a tough time for me. My mom passed away on a beautiful fall day 22 years ago, and since her death I view the season with mixed emotions. Fall has always been my favorite time of year, but some days, like this one, it’s difficult to muster the energy to get out of bed.

Thank goodness I have some upcoming events to prepare for, forcing me to get a move on, otherwise I’d burrow beneath my covers and perhaps never emerge again. That’s pretty pitiful, am I right?

I know this all will pass. Today just seems very hard–and it’s only 7:30 a.m. Thanks for reading. Some days writing this blog is my motivation to participate in life. Now go away little cloud.

Peace people.

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

16 thoughts on “Under a Cloud”

  1. down is a hard place to be, and a hard one to get out of. I always find retail therapy helpful. Or maybe having your nails done. Or maybe taking a day to embrace the sadness and move on?

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  2. Remember that song Some Days are Diamonds, Somedays are Stones? (John Denver) When those days come my way, I think of that song.
    And then there are other songs that make me smile…. oldies like We Can Fly ( Cowsills) or Indian Lake. After spending some time listening to those pick me up songs, I’m ready to take on the world again . You have to realize that everyone has days that are stones. It’s our job, or challenge to find the diamond in those days! Love you, my friend! 🌷

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