We walk to school through a path between two houses and it rocks my mind how much it reminds me of the movie "Dream a Little Dream" and the way the kids walk through Jason Robards yard and he is all deep in his meditation that will keep him and Piper Laurie together forever in dreamy space time shit.
It's like my goal this school year to download the soundtrack to that movie and jam to it while walking down that path.
It's like each step would make me feel really old, but really happy.
I am trying to find things, all the little tiny things to do to keep me buoyant.
I think perhaps I am skirting with depression.
Or this is just life.
I don't know the difference right now.
Most other times I have felt like this it dissipated after a bit.
At least for sure after a month of Sundays.
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you and me need to talk. i'm feeling the same way.
Whatever gets you through the day. I find that Prozac helps - but music works for everyone. At least it doesn't hurt.
I like your 80s movie music pick. I feel that way about much of the Fast Times soundtrack.
tooo many days strung together of staying hopeful in hard circumstances can be incredibly tiring-or maybe that is just me.
Lovin' me a little Michael Damian with my morning coffee! Thanks for the links Amy!
ROCK ON!
I think perhaps I am skirting with depression.
Or this is just life.
I feel like that a lot.
I'm so sorry you feel like this. :( I feel like there is a weird vibe in the air right now for most people. Floating for awhile isn't so bad. Somehow your words and images always make me feel a little lighter.
On another note, I used to love that movie and still have the soundtrack {on tape} somewhere. HEHE. I just wish I could walk my children to school. That would be heavenly.
Dude, I feel you. Edgy lately, bordering on morose, I thought the iPod I kept at work would be just the salve I needed. First song in the shuffle? Jonatha Brooke's "Inconsolable" (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y2cIkRcXLpI&feature=PlayList&p=13183560B9CC7043&index=0&playnext=1), possibly the most depressing freakin' song in the world. And I'm all like, "Hey, universe. What, you couldn't find 'The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald?'" I was so sure when that I'd find a pile of smoking embers where my house used to be when I got home.
Hang in there, I feel this way too; and the month of sundays of my yester days seems so much longer without a lift ----does it linger more as I get older?
Hugs and support
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