Playing Catch Up: 6
July 29th, 2010
Yesterday I had the worst day. Well, not really the worst day, that was just me being dramatic. I think I woke up on the wrong side of the bed though, and I left the house with a frown on my face and darkness in my heart.
This feeling carried on with me throughout the day, to the point where everyone was annoying me. I am rational enough to realize that it most likely was not that people were being overly annoying, but that I was overly annoyed. I was snappy, bite-y, and overall just wanted to go home. But home was a far ways away, as I was attending an opera that evening that my good friend was involved in. Tea and pajamas, you eluded me for a few more hours, but it's ok...I eventually made it home to you.
So off we went to the opera, which I was actually looking forward to. It was a tiny ray of light in my vast oubliette of a day. But then I started feeling sick people. And when I feel that way, the last thing I want to do is sit in a theater with a bunch of strangers and fidget around and take deep breaths in order to keep my gorge down below the barf line. Or my lunch from exiting the trap door. Sorry, it had to be said.
But once the show began, all my troubles seemed to melt away. I had never been to an opera before, and I was transfixed. It was phenomenal. The actors, the singing, the theater...it was exactly what my body and mind needed to heal from my horrible (self-induced) day.
"Music speaks what cannot be expressed, soothes the mind and gives it rest, heals the heart and makes it whole, flows from heaven to the soul." -Unknown
And it did.