I don't know what's wrong with me today, but I'm just...sad. No, I'm not wandering around crying or anything so ridiculous. I just have this general sense of...sadness.
At this point, I'm chalking it up to just being a woman. We get like this sometimes, unpredictably. Sometimes we KNOW why we're sad because usually some event sets it off, but sometimes, we just get sad for no particular reason.
Who knows? Maybe our biological makup is running some strange update and making sure emotions are working properly?
I've had a pretty good day; I got up, went to work, got some stuff done, didn't get other stuff done, joked with co-workers, and completed the final prep for a child's First Confession. I hit the gym on my way home, ran a couple errands, and spent some time in Adoration praying (badly) the LOH.
Hmmm...maybe that's it. I missed LOH yesterday for some odd reason and never got to it, and couldn't focus at all today. So I ran around the church and got some cool photos of the stained glass windows. Unfortunately, there's not a lot of stuff to look at in my church, not a lot of artistry or beauty in the architecture; it's like a typical Catholic Church built within the last 40 years; utilitarian, much like a bomb shelter with stained glass adornments.
And yet..I'm sad. Maybe I'll see if I can find either a good comedy or one of my rare chick-flicks, the tear-jerker kind, just so I can have a REASON to be sad...and get over it.
No, I'm not ALWAYS this analytical, but if I'm sad for no reason, I want to get to the bottom of it so I can go back to being contented again.
So I ask you, friends, to pray for me and maybe make a few wise-cracks in the combox.
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I've been running around all day long - meetings & public hearings. Oh boy! Thought I'd take a break from my confession talk & see what people are up to - and you mentioned First confessions. Well, I have a joke for you. I found this during my readings.
"A little second grader, J, was being prepared for his First Confession in the 'olden days' when everyone entered a Confessional and spoke through a screen. J was very frightened to go into the Confessional, so he asked his classmate, F, to go first and tell him about it. Obligingly, F entered the Confessional, made his First Confession, and rushed out to reassure J. 'Don't worry, J, they have him in there in a cage!'"
Hope you feel better. Praying for you.
I have days like that too when I don't know why I'm sad. Sometimes I wonder if the dear Lord is letting me share someone else's burden for the day so I try to offer up the sadness for whoever He desires.
I hope you wake up feeling cheered tomorrow...God bless!
You are in my prayers daily but I'll say some extra tonight. Sometimes I get like that, it lasts for a day or maybe two. I usually just give in to it - knowing I'll feel better soon. I know what you mean though, when you can't pinpoint a cause it's frustrating cause there's nothing to fix!!!
Men think they don't understand us, sometimes we don't understand ourselves:-) Don't let them know though, it's our secret!!
MJ
Well, I'm a guy and I have those days too. Way too many lately. But I try (emphasis on try) to tell myself that without the sad days the happy days would get boring. I'd say to hang in there, it'll get better. But you already know that. Now I'll work on convincing myself. (It could be worse... you're not Britney Spears).
A fellow walked into the store, and said "I would like a yar of yam, and a yar of yelly."
The proprietor laughed, and said, "You must be Norwegian!" The fellow was so embarrassed, he left the store, and worked on his accent for days.
He went into the store again, and said in his most careful enunciation: "I would like a JAR of JAM, and a JAR of JELLY."
Once again the proprietor laughed, and said, "You must be Norwegian!"
The fellow, embarrassed, had to ask, "How did you know? My accent was perfect!"
The proprietor replied, "Yes, but this is a hardware store!"
Adoro, you're in my prayers, as always.
I'm sorry that I don't have any funny jokes for you right now!
My nephew (and Godson) called me with this joke (he's 5):
How do you make a kleenex dance?
You put a little boogie in it!
(gotta love the jokes from 5 year olds!!)
*grin*
it must be in the air strong enough to go through several states... me, too. But I know why... stress time at work. It hits bi-monthly. Pray for me, as I do for you.
Thanks, everyone for your comments. I do feel better today. The sadness was still there, but it wasn't so bad.
Barb, I especially loved your comment, and I'll remember that response. Thank you!
SMK,MJ, Hidden One, LM I'm praying for you, too. :-)
(Did I miss anyone...?)
and now that i'm back online for an hour or so, here goes ...
girl - you got no idea how really sad you are ... you are one sad puppy ... yep ... a real hound-dog ... one look at your sad ___ and i start laughing ... yep, your are one sad lady
does that cheer you up any?
[if i went a little too far with this one then i guess i'm really one sad dude, too - i'll blame it on the sedatives they gave me at that hopin' scopin' i went through earlier today]
Uncle Jim ~ I WAS happy, now I'm sad for YOU! Sorry you had that experience!
I only just saw this today. Hope you are feeling better!
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