{I just posted this on my diva page....I thought I would share here }

Let the Moodiness Commence

If I can write beautiful, then it stands to reason than I can write morose
Certainly Life can be Beautiful
Life can be Miserable, too
Blue Feelings shining through
What's a usually Happy Girl to do?

Live through it is what I do
It's also time to learn to write with it too

These are just thoughts that spill from my mind
not really looking for a rhyme...

I'm used to writing uplifting little feelings
yet what happens when those feelings aren't uplifting?
Not looking for pity or sympathy...
Not really looking for understanding either;

Maybe it's learning to support all aspects of me that make me unique?

I've always been described as a bit moody
I've always been described as a little oversensitive
I've always been described as calm, cool and collected

How can this be?

Can acceptance truly come of ALL of me?

Do those who care about me, truly love the moody me?
Or is it just hoping and praying that this too shall pass?

I don't worry about needing to cheer up...
I know that day will come back around.
It always does.

What does it mean for me to be moody?
These are the days that I usually shut myself off from the World
But why do that, I ask?
Why is it necessary for myself to only show off my good self?
Why is writing in 'funk' mode so difficult?

I don't really have a writers block, per se.
Am I just too frustrated to sit down?
Am I just too frustrated to want to communicate with others?
Or am I just scared of saying the wrong thing?
Am I scared of hurting someone else's feelings?
Am I worried I may pick a fight with someone, someone undeserving of my moodiness?
Is this just the people pleaser in me covering up for my own unique flaws?

Any why should I cover up for my own moodiness?
Moods are nothing to be ashamed of!
We have to have bad moods in order to enjoy the good ones, don't we?

Should the bad moods come with a disclaimer?
Or really shouldn't the good moods come with one too?
I mean, there are those in this world who arejust as offended by a good mood,
As there are those in this world who are offended by a bad one...

Life is pretty interesting isn't it?

Yet, there goes my 5 year old telling me he loves me....for no reason at all...
I think I felt a piece of the morose mood, replaced by hope

I guess Hope is the key ingredient to everything?

I know love and faith are included....but man, that HOPE...

Well enough rambling without rhyme or reason from me...
It may be sunny outside, and all should be bright...but I'm still clinging to that Morose Me....and that's OK!