Usually when one hears this, it’s from a disgruntled teen. As a matter of fact – I’ve never met a gruntled teen..
...can one be dis-something without being that something to begin with?
Like disenchanted or disenfranchised. Were they, at one time, enchanted and/or franchised?
...so what’s up with disgruntled??
Off topic, Colleen – get back on track…
Anyway, this “as if” is a good thing.
When I’ve been 'blue' in the past, I’ve read that if one acts “as if”, the mind will think it’s real.
Imagine that! It believes that how you are acting now (as if…one were happy, in a good mood, feeling better and so on…) it will follow suit and be so.
Wow. Wish my chubby cells would do the same thing. I can act as if I was thin, but no one wants to see me in a bikini just because I’m acting as if…….
Anyway, back to the reason for this post.
I started blogging as a sort of 'accessory' to my scrapbooking. Now, it IS my scrapbooking.
Oh, I still will make the occasional page or booklet. I do love the tactile feeling of paper and paste – but as far as the journaling, well I was never any good at that. Look at a picture and tell who, what, when where and why.
Couldn't make it fun...just sounded like who, what, when, where, and why.
I just wanted to play with all the “stuff” that I bought. And bought and bought.
However, the words & thoughts were why I started in the first place.
When I was sick, I felt if anything happened to me, I wanted my grand kids to know their Grandmother. To know what I liked to read. What made me happy. What made me sad. .. yadda, yadda, yadda....
A photo or two was probably enough to have them remember what I looked like, but I wanted them to know ME.
And, part of that “me” is depression. It’s a part of me. I accept that now. Just as my height, and even weight and blue eyes are a part of me ...
For years I wouldn’t. I disagreed (another “dis” word!) and was “dis”agreeable about the whole thing.
Truth is, I have a chemical imbalance which is a real medical condition and is inherent in my family. My Mother was depressed and probably her Mother although I don’t know because no one talked about it. And certainly didn't write about it! And no one gave me any information about my Grandmother. So I always wanted to know...
And to know someone is reading the words and taking time to comment is to feel a part of this community of bloggers.
Wow. Can you imagine?
I just wanted to thank all of you for listening to me. I appreciate each and every one of you and I am interested in what you say and think and write about. Even if you're not feeling so hot....
And sometimes we can act "as if" things are brighter than they may seem at the moment - you may just find they really are...and that you have friends....and sunshine.