The line between contemplation and sadness is so thin it’s enviable. Sometimes, when lost in thought, my mind stumbles and cascades into sadness. There is no reason for it, no logic in my beaten down feeling. It’s just a misstep, a tumble, a slight fall.
Sure enough a rope is let down into my cavern of self-pity before any damage is done, before my mind harasses itself to tears, before the day is lost to frowns, weak smiles, and forced laughter. The rope took many forms yesterday: it was kind humor, soft questioning, pleasant comments, the day’s end, laughter at a softball game, a meteor shower, real conversation, taco bell, good friends equaling good company. I feel restored today. Better.