Rightside up or Upside Down?

“Am I rightside up or upside down?  Is this real or am I dreaming?” Thank you Dave Matthews for starting this post with a probing query.

I’m feeling wonderful.  The feeling deepens and strengthens with each passing day.  I’ll admit I have down times; I’ve shared a few.  But they are not my anchor.  Temporary anti-ebullience serves a purpose.  I look back on the path I’ve traversed, cut and slashed through the underbrush of doubt and confusion.  My emotional machete dulls from time to time giving me pause to hone the edge to razor sharp.  Hopelessness has no chance against my resolve.  I take no prisoners when it comes to finding happiness.

Not impervious to setbacks I take them in stride.  Why?  Because they are inevitable.  Ignoring them will not eliminate them.  Instead they will become another skeleton in your closet.  There’s only so much room in there before you experience a “Dawn of the Dead” phenomenon. Dealing with small skeletons is easier than waiting for a mob of bone-clanking anarchists massing to unnerve me.

Up fills the cup

Down will drown

I refuse to frown

Pity parties not

Will resolve rot

On the vine

While I pine

For the day

When I can say

I have no problems?

When that day comes

I’ll be gone – to what end

Regret and incomplete my closest friends.

You may think I’m not a realist because of my fuchsia-colored glasses.  Rose-colored is so yesterday.  I’m definitely not a fatalist.  Maybe I require a new category.  I’ll get back to you on that.

Keep going; stopping only for respite and refreshment.  Come out and play.  Take my hand and walk with me down open roads and through thicket.  We’ll brave the tumult together undaunted.

Have a wonderful day.

Love and hugs, Nikki DeCaro