I may be just spitballing here. I may have had one too many beers on a Tuesday night. I may be just melancholy and thinking too much.
But I’ve been looking for God. Funny thing is, I find them in the simplest of things: The rays of light shining through the clouds. Random songs I find that make me tear up. (Give a listen to Darkest Hour by Glen Philips) Pie. (No seriously, pie is one of God’s gifts to human kind. It’s soooooo much better than cake. I WILL FIGHT YOU.)
Look. I know it may be stupid. Possibly dangerous to dwell on thoughts of this nature. It’s this time of year. I can’t not remember the people who are missing from my life. My father. My little sister. God. Too many people have left this earth. And I know I’m not the only one who feels this way at this time of year.
So, look. I may be melancholy, but I’m looking for God. I’m looking for anything that gets me through the next two months.
I consider myself more spiritual than religious. I’m definitely not a role model for anyone.
But, if you find yourself in a similar situation, I’m going to urge you to do the same, or similar if you’re not God-inclined. Look for what will get you through. Look for ANYTHING that will take you to the next twenty-four hours.
Find some good music to play over and over. Go cuddle some kittens at a rescue. Stop and enjoy a sunset on your way home from work. Blast whatever-the-hell song makes you feel good and screw anyone who judges you. And, (while i don’t condone addiction of any kind. All things in moderation, kittens.) you could probably use a beer right now, so allow yourself that.
Give yourself permission to be ridiculous because you don’t have to be strong all the time.
And take care of yourself.
And have a slice of pie.