seasons.

I have been off the past week or so. I am not sure why. I suppose there are seasons to everything. Climate, harvest, life. Don't misunderstand. I love my kids, my husband, my life. I've just been blue. My winter. It usually doesn't last for long. An extended PMS, if you will. It struck me how we all go through this at sometime or another. It only reinforces my belief that for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. Karma. Life kickin' our a** es back into shape. Balance takes work, happiness takes work, love takes work (it is an action, after all, not an object), life takes work (I mean, if you want to try and get it right). I am sure there are exceptions to the rule. There always are. Some people float through this life on cloud 9. No real effort involved. Good for them. I have always struggled with my "seasons". Ask anyone who knows me well. I'm not clinical or anything, just a lil' crazy. The normal kind. Personally, I think it only makes things interesting. I prefer the roller coaster to the merry-go-round. More thrilling, less monotonous. Up and down versus around and around. (Isn't that from a movie? Parenthood?) It's true, though. For me anyway. Faith gets me through. Not only faith in God, but faith in myself, my family, my friends, my peeps. I'll eventually get it right, and beat the blues. I'm not worried. I have too much going for me. Too good of a team. This, too, shall pass.

So, Momma, don't you worry!