You know how sometimes you wake up and before your feet even hit the floor you have this sense of impending doom about the day? You dread taking those first steps to the shower because you just know that no matter how hard you scrub with the scrumptious sweet pea suds and pretty pink loofah the hint of stagnant melancholy will linger about you for the next 24 hours. You know the kind of day I’m talking about…those crappy days in grade school when your best friend was absent and you had to eat your lunch all by yourself…the day that nobody was standing at the bottom of the monkey bars in awe at your latest trick or waiting to catch you if you should fall.
Yep…everyone’s had that kind of day and at 30, as ridiculous as it seems, I’m having one today.
I’m missing my person. My person who laughs at all my stupid jokes and thinks I’m far more hysterical than I actually am. My person who seems to make colors brighter, songs sweeter and hours shorter. My person who surprises me for absolutely no reason at all when I don’t even deserve it; my person who can, without a word, just look at me in that knowing way that says “Me too” or “I’m right here and going nowhere” and let me know without a shadow of a doubt that I am loved. My person whose laugh permeates every molecule of air around us enough to seep into my pores and give me the warm fuzzies all day; my person who has come to feel like a missing corner piece to the puzzle of my life…my person who plays an integral part in completing the big, crazy picture on the lid of the box. My person with a million and one stories to tell that I know I’ll never grow tired of and the person I want to write new stories with. My person who looks through patient eyes and sees me so much better than I could ever see myself; my person who admires my strengths and tries their best to overlook my weaknesses…my person who teaches me something new and interesting every day whether it be about myself, the world or some random fact from out of nowhere…my person who is so amazing and solid that they make me want to be a better person. My person who makes everything easy and new. My person who has the inner fortitude to match their outer strength and who lives their life to the fullest regardless of circumstance. My person who lights up the entire room when they enter and who leaves behind a darker, empty space when they exit. My person who constantly leaves me in awe at how remarkable they are…my person who is all the wonderful things that I adore about so many people I love all rolled into one. Yep, I’m missing my person today…my noble, striking, extremely complex and challenging enigma of a person that makes every single moment of every single day better.
So, as I sad sack around today missing my person, wallow with me while listening to these:
And I'm really only as sad as I am today because overall...