Flat as a Pancake

Today's one of those days that I just can't get it together. You know me. I try to keep my sights up and on the horizon, but sometimes life just catches up to me. I've had a winter cold for most of the winter, and I guess that I'm just kind-of wrung out.

There are times that I just wish that I could take a vacation from myself. You know, go off and do something and just leave my life behind for a while. I could teleport myself to a distant land and drift freely through Eden-like gardens and shimmering seas and not have a care in the world, because all of my cares have been left behind in this war-torn brain and body.

But then I know that tomorrow's another day for me, and for all of us. Who knows what interesting things wait there? To start, it's Friday - the beginning of an uncluttered weekend when we can putter around and clean our house from the remnants of Christmas. I get to hang out with my son Peter tonight (my Christmas Angel) and have what should be a relaxing dinner. I have an appointment with my chiropractor this afternoon. I should feel clearer after that. He does miracles.

I know that I'll get beyond this down place. When I was taking yoga classes, a trick that my instructor taught me is to focus on my breathing and look for where the pain or sadness is in my body. Once I've found it, I can actually "breathe it out of me". Now if I'm in a bad place, I'll focus on what bothers me the most, close my eyes and take 3 or 4 deep breaths while "looking" at the thing that is bothering me.

Pretty soon I've melted it away.

Huh, I feel a little better. Not so heavy. Not so stuck. I guess the little joys in my life are actually the big things that matter the most.