I had a whirl of a morning today. The afternoon doesn’t seem to be any different. I’m taking a moment to look at the fog descending on downtown thinking about the cold spell we’re in for, the next couple of days. I wish my head wasn’t spinning like it is. I’m trying to think of happy thoughts, and hopefully it’ll give me the air I so badly need.
This morning, I came up for air. It was brief.. I kicked in the water and started to feel myself rising to the surface. I let the water carry me up… I look up towards the surface and I could see the sun gleaming above the water. Brighter and brighter.
Finally, the sun seemed to be within reach. I raise my hand as if the sun would reach down and pull me up. I broke the surface and took a big gulp of air… And another .. And another. I looked up at the blue sky above me and I breathed in deeply, the tongues of the waves teasing my skin. And after the struggle up, I close my eyes and smile.
“That was fun,” I whispered to no one in particular. And I heard the ocean whisper back, “That was fun, indeed.”
I don’t like feeling this way because it makes me seek comfort food. Thankfully, my sugar tolerance seems to be waning in recent months. Where I could gorge on bar after bar of the treat before, now my tastebuds find the usual sweetness too much after a modest helping. Maybe I’m losing my choco-tolerance. Is that supposed to be good? (And I am amused by that thought.. I have a lifetime love affair with chocolate… NEVER!)
Again, I go back to happy thoughts..
… Angelo’s giggly laughter — the one that’s deep and totally amused and innocent..
… freshwater pearls, rose quartz and labradorite.
… going home to Manila in April.
… Ireland in June. (I have just been told I’m going with the team heading there.. can’t wait!)
… Banana pudding.
… Mom’s macapuno or leche flan.
… Bailey’s on the rocks.
… Being with Fe.. Donna.. Gina.. Ces.. Jonathan.. Dino.. not at the same time please.
… Parrots… Chelsea… Summa… coming up for air.
… butter pecan ice cream.
Let’s stop there or I will be on an artificial high that might just make it all the more impossible for me to get any work done.
Isn’t it amazing how thinking happy and pleasant thoughts can actually lift your spirits up? Now, if only the same things could get rid of all the things or people who bring us unhappy or negative vibes — that would be perfect. But life isn’t perfect, is it? Unfortunately, it is not.
But we can always choose to come up for air. I did. And that was fun, indeed.