Today was a cold, blue day. I didn't wake up that way, in fact, far from it. But as I got out on my mountain bike and soared through the cold, crisp air, I could feel the blues arriving. Trying to prevent them from settling on my consciousness, I rode and rode. Up and up I went, through cold canyons and icy deserted trails. Slipping here and there in deep sand, breathing heavy and trying to ride away from them.
But the harder I rode, the deeper the blues sank. Every song I listened to ushered in memories.
Some days it's best to let those feelings fly. It's best to let them come in waves. It's best not to deny them and just to acknowledge them, to feel them. To let them come and then go. And if they decide to stay for a little while, invite them in, find out what they want and then ask them to leave.
I came across this old post from another online journal and thought I'd share it. It definitely goes along with the blues....
I will say that after some time has passed, and several moons have
circumnavigated the earth, you start to forget that you are swimming. Or
at least you start to take treading water for granted.
The frequency of the sobbing subsides, your emotions become more even
and steady and time starts to heal your open wound a little bit more.
And just when you think, hey, I’ve got the hang of this – something
will whisk you back. I know that drudging up my journals, going back
through them and putting those feelings up is a sure fire way to wade
through that sorrow again. But I’m also doing it as a way to accept they
happened. That I’m recognizing the strength I’ve gained from going
through them and that rather then ignoring them or filing them away, I’m
putting them out there to chalk up to experience.
Sometimes feeling blue is okay.