Sighing Days

Do you ever have some of those days where you can’t do anything but sigh at it. Like it’s just so absolutely, positively strange or tiring in a way that all you can really do to sum it up, is sigh? I have some of those days now and then.

When I was a little girl, I had the giggley days, when everything from the sun to the moon was simply hilarious to me. I would get so tickled by the oddest things that normally wouldn’t be so humorous, but on that day it was. Then there were the days when I would feel adventurous and think I could conquer the whole world....while riding safely on my three wheeler. It sure did take me forever to get on two wheels too;) The adventure days were fun because there was always something you had to overcome in a superhero way, that you secretly knew nobody else could...like catching a butterfly or racing some other kid twice your size that didn’t have the same appreciation for the three wheeler. Who was that kid anyway? He probably didn’t even live on your block, but you had to prove the point you know. Don’t knock a superhero's three wheeler.

When I got older, drifting into my teens, my days weren’t so adventurous. They became awkward days, and ‘I wish I didn’t have to go to school’ days. And lots and lots of days where I would dream and imagine having a more interesting life traveling around the world on trains and hot air balloons. Fun dreams.

All sorts of days really....days that you remember in different ways. Some from the funny things you saw, or the frustrating situations you couldn’t fix, or from that massively big curb you tripped on in front of the entire country (that just so happened to be going to the store at the same time.) There are endless kinds of days that we have. But the sighing days are not so fun, they’re somewhere between the happy, peaceful days and the gloomy, rainy days. Because you’re not thrilled about what’s happening during it but you have a hope that the exciting adventure days will come tomorrow.

Willow wisps remind me of a sighing flower-like thing (in my thinking anyway.) The way that you blow them and let the tiny white fluttery petals fly away, which is what I would like to do to all the sighing days. Blow them gently away so they go far far away from me, so all the new adventure days can quickly sprout up in the morning....free from the worries of yesterday.

"Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of it’s own."
Matthew 6:34