One of the songs from my Anne Murray "Hippo in my Bathtub" cd is going through my head this morning. These are the lyrics as I remember them:
In every tree there sits a bird,
And every one I ever heard
Can break my heart without a word
Singing a song of love.
A song of love is a sad song,
Hi-lilly, hi-lilly, hi-lo.
A song of love is a song of woe,
Don't ask me how I know.
A song of love is a sad song,
For I have loved and it's so.
I sit at the window and watch the rain,
Hi-lilly, hi-lilly, hi-lo.
Tomorrow I'll probably love again,
Hi-lilly, hi-lilly, hi-lo.
This morning before my alarm went off, I was thinking about how someone recently said that I seem to be unnaturally happy, and don't experience the whole range of emotions. I do. I just know that I have to push aside and ignore the bad feelings as best I can so that they don't drag me back down into depression. I put on a brave face. Mostly what makes me unhappy these days is my poor progress on my dissertation, but if I let it get me down, progress will only get worse. I need to keep putting one foot ahead of another and go through the motions, or I'll just stop. And, yes, I was unusually happy between May and February: I was in love. Love is a wonderful feeling. Now that I'm single again, those feelings are just another thing I need to set aside so I can keep putting one foot ahead of another, keep on keeping on. I know things will be better again someday, and for now I just need to find small happiness where I can. That's not the Prozac talking, that's me. There have always been things I've had to cope with, and I've just gotten better at it with time.
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