After my recent bout of “Wrestlemania” with problems that often defy solution, I’ve taken a mental vacation. While a major case of disassociation in which I assume a new identity and new life in some vague and mysterious fit of amnesia tempts me more than I can express. It simply is not that easy to lose my marbles that completely. I’ve tried. Not easy. Been there. Done that.
I spent an evening with a especially vigorous case of the “grumpies.” That word is such an understatement it’s ridiculous. Please, substitute a stronger more colorful expression and you’ll just begin to get a glimpse of the horrible harridan I channeled. I shudder with the memory of it and blush to admit that I could be so unpleasant. (My harridan self is not as bad as it feels. This, I’m sure but please indulge me just this once. I’m experimenting with humorous hyperbole.)
After, I chased that horrible harridan’s spirit back in the closet, I focused my energies more constructively. I wrote and not my usual stream of consciousness jibber jabber, I worked on a short story. I’m still working on it. It keeps changing but the process and the work itself has been soothing and healing. I just might have to publish it here soon.
While, problems continue to compound and confound, it is possible to wrap them up in a bundle of words and sit them on a shelf for another day. The creativity of the human mind never ceases to amaze me. In my case, it provides me with many bright moments in a life that can sometimes feel overshadowed by problems.
Isn’t there a song about putting one’s troubles in an old knapsack and moving on? Maybe, I can work that into a short story soon.