The Fabricated Goddess

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A really great new hair-do also helps with the funk.

Little Things....

The last few weeks have been hard.  I could give you a hundred reasons why, but I won't.  Suffice it to say that one thing is certain, I had settled into my nice hidey hole of grump all this week - slowly pulling myself out, at best.  Yesterday I woke up determined to not allow the grump to last any longer.  I purposed instead to be thankful for the little things.  So, I went for a run in a misty lovely cool rain and was thankful for feeling very alive.  I went to the sauna and was thankful for sweat - yes, sweat - envisioning each drop a purging of my little gripes.  I visited a friend who is in the midst of a rather nasty bout of postpartum depression and was thankful for my own struggle with PPD - chiefly that mine is behind me but also, that I can so well remember how it felt to be in that deep dark place.  Nothing, and I do mean nothing, helps you find perspective like stark contrast.  My little grump was no match for the full-on depth and breadth of postpartum depression.  

Late afternoon brought a delicious nap and the happy surprise of folding laundry while watching a little Jane Austen that just happened to be on (James McAvoy, swoon) accompanied by a very rare thunderstorm to perfectly match my bittersweet mood.  As, I perused my freshly rained upon garden with a wee glass of wine, in the post storm sun, smelling that glorious rainy smell I found a fully intact robin's egg in my front flower bed.   Of all things! 

Exquisite.

Little things that were miraculous.  

Goodbye grump.