Today will be beautiful

My therapist recommended finding one thing of beauty, one thing marvelous, soul-inspiring, or simply sweet, each day. It feeds the passion of the heart and soul. Like kindling to a smouldering fire, these little things can flame up and send warmth and light into your day. Yes, my therapist is wise. Of course, such good advice is embroidered on pillows, letterpressed on cards and posters, and is a general theme amongst almost all creative environments. But, golly, why do I forget to do it? I sit here at my computer, awe-struck by the fact that it's the first of February--already February--and I feel like the winter blues have crippled me, so much so that I find that it actually takes energy to look for these things of beauty, when in the past it was like breathing. Depression does that--if you didn't know. You mentally know what you need to do to pull yourself out of the slump, but, the very thought of getting off your butt to do so is overwhelming, so you stay right there. On your butt. You add a few other hard-to-negotiate factors (like pregnancy, for instance) and I feel undone. Picture me with my hands on my hips now (well, at least where my hips are supposed to be)--it's time to do something! Baby steps, of course, but something. Today I'm going to find something pink, because the color makes me happy. Today I'm going to go outside and for a second I'm going to actually stand still and lift my face to the sunshine. Today I'm going to look at my little boy and see him as an adventurer not the goon he can be. Today is going to be beautiful. I have no idea what tomorrow will bring, but today will be beautiful.

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