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the beauty of sadness

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the beauty of sadness

I am sad today. Today I think somber thoughts and feel tangibly the veil of sorrow settle over me. It’s odd, though, the way this particular sadness feels. It’s a gentle weight, almost a comfort. It’s feels familiar, like a hug from a dear friend when you’ve been fighting to maintain your smile and you suddenly know, in the comfort of that hug, that you’re safe for that moment just to be sad.

I’ve had a revelation of emotion as I ponder today’s sadness: it is sometimes okay, and sometimes even good, to be sad. I don’t need to fight my way through or coach myself with optimism. I don’t need to reach out for comfort in hopes of pushing this feeling away. I needn’t feel guilty or ashamed or worried about whether or not I will still be sad tomorrow. This is one of those “sometimes” when the gentle weight of sadness is good. I have reason to be sad, therefore it is wise to allow myself to be so. I am not depressed, I am not weak, I am not lacking in faith or losing my trust in God. I am sad. An emotion, no doubt, that He created in us to release the pressure of sorrowful happenings.

I am liberated today in my sadness. I remember where to turn and who to dwell quietly with as I allow my emotions to mourn. I sit still and think the thoughts that must be thought and allow myself to truly feel what has taken place and what will need to be changed.

In today’s sadness I am empowered, I prepare for a new dawn. Quietly, without fanfare, I say goodbye to something that was, acknowledging it for when it was beautiful and remembering why it began. There is strength in my sadness today. By allowing it, by accepting it, I also accept that the thing that was, is, in fact, no more. My sadness today makes a statement that I am going to change. It is proof that I am accepting what is next and releasing what was before.

I am grateful for this emotion, even as it lingers, because of what it means for tomorrow. I am thankful that I have healed in my journey to the place where I can feel this subtly sweet sorrow without the balm of one of many addictions, past or present.

Just as this sadness speaks life to my future, it breathes healing to my past.

It’s all enough to smile about, but, not just yet. I’ve a little more to remember first, a little more to let go. I’m going to be okay with being sad just a little bit longer. Because, sometimes, it really is okay.

desperately seeking silence!

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desperately seeking silence!

Don’t act like it isn’t sometimes too much for you, too. I’m so tired of disingenuity. If you’re alive; if you’re breathing and you’re caring then it’s sometimes too much for you, too! I mean, don’t you ever just want your head to Shut. The. Eff. Up. Already?! Tick tock tick tock. Like heaven forbid some half formed idea go unexamined. What is my brain telling my own damn self that I don’t already know anyway? And how many more times can I think through the same tired thoughts, on the same worn out circle before I realize (again) that, oh yeah, I don’t know the answer.

I mean, I come here to write about something, about one thing that my mind is replaying over and over, to share it and highlight this journey of mine like I promised, and then my brain goes nuts, absolute bananas, lightbulbs flashing everywhere. I’m so damned indecisive I can’t even decide what thought process to focus on long enough to write it down. I could start taking requests. What kind of b.s. are you in the mood for today? God is so good? God is so hard? I love life, I hate living, I’m lonely, I admire my independence? Ministry is the greatest blessing I’ve ever been given? The ‘call’ is God’s great curse on the desire to live a ‘normal life’? I like men, I like women, I like sobriety, I wanna do a line, I hate my body, I love my curves, I love Vermont, I crave the concrete, kumbaya and hard f’n rock… Dude.

Don’t tell me your head doesn’t do it, too. And it’s so unbelievable ridiculous the way we smile and nod and act all in the very center of control. Have you ever thought about how ridiculous we really are? I mean… really? Why are we trying to look so in control all the time anyway? What the hell was the last thing you were ever actually in control of? Yeah. Nothin’. Just. Say. It. You got nothin’.

Doesn’t that feel better?

The truth is so annoying when I’m all wrapped up in my head like this. Seriously. It’s so annoying I don’t even want to type it. I can feel my lip curling as I think about it. Because when does it stop, when does it all just go away??

When we surrender.

I warned you. Ugh, annoying. Trite platitudes designed to keep you down, rob you of your freedom and enslave your precious independence. Well… except that it’s not. Except that it’s absolutely true that the only time I’ve ever felt free from the nauseating-endless-nonstop-rollercoaster-vegas-lightbulb-flashing mindtrap of mine is when my heart and spirit were in a place of complete surrender to God, where His will was the only way and nothing else mattered.

And I’m not there right now. I’m no where close to that kind of anxiety-free, easy street kinda livin’ right now. And I’m pissed about it. I’m pissed because I worked damn hard to get there the first time, got myself out of a lot of bad entanglements, relationships and mindsets to be able to relax with that kind of surrendered freedom. And then what’d I do? One by one my pretties, one by one.

Annoying.

What’s annoying exactly? That I’m going to have to go back through some of that stuff to get there again. What? You didn’t seriously think I was going to hang out in here in ‘every man for himself land’ did ya’? This endless brain conversation that keeps me up nights and gets me up in the morning can kiss my UV-ray colored derriere thank you very much! One doesn’t taste of the promise land and decide that the ghetto actually suited them better, trust me.

So here’s the thing. Stop acting like you don’t do it too. Stop plastering on that so-fake-even-God-is-pissed smile for everyone. Just fix it. Jump the hoops, cut the ties, wave goodbye and get it done.

Surrender dude. It’s the only way up.