this morning i awoke to the sound of rain hitting my window. again.
day number: whatever nine-months-worth-of-cloudy-days-is-equal-to.
my eyes still shut, i flirted with the idea of going back to bed for only five minutes more.
then, unexpectedly - yet understandably - God spoke to me.
get up elizabeth. clouds are out today, so put some pep in your step and get movin'.
(eyes still closed) pep. really God? i scowled respectfully.
yes elizabeth...you need to have pep. zest. pizzazz. vitality. fire. effervescence....panache.
what's wrong with you today? why the extra 'tude?
forgive me, but i just don't think i have the capacity today. i have an intense desire...an intense desire to wear all black polyblend...and communicate in sporadic heavy sighs...to allow the excessive buildup of cat hair on my sweaters...and adopt a bloated sense of paranoia, which will resign in the same cave along with my masochism. enveloped by my own trickery, i will forgo all ruffage - existing as the fattest skinny girl ever - and will continue to roll around in my pity puddle until the smell can be detected a mile away.
(unfazed) OK Vonnegut listen, i'll make you a deal.
yes. a deal.
i'll carry your burden today. i'll take on the clouds, and the rain, and the - tired - and frustrating imagined drama. you just work on being elizabeth. sounds good??
yes. sounds perfect. thank you.
glad you agree... now i have a song for you to get your morning off right. look over here so i can sing it to you.
i rolled over, and to my amazement found this little guy...smiling at me...
...ready to perform the greatest morning song ever.