Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Choosing Joy....Nevermind

When I'm feeling blue...all I have to do, is take a look at you, then I'm not so-oo blue...please tell me I'm not the only one with song lyrics running through my head constantly. My children are subjected daily to snatches of song in the middle of conversations, and I've been known to disconcert friends and family by bursting into song in the middle of a thought. I try to keep it under control, I promise, but sometimes it just leaks out. My children think I must really love them or else that I'm desperate for them to obey because they hear, "STOP!...In the naaaame of looooove! Before you break my heart. Think it oo-woh-ver."

My post title promises I'm writing about choosing joy, not random ramblings about the random ramblings in my head. So. Choosing joy.

Hmm. Hmm. Hmm. Still humming.

La la la la something,
My whole world could shatter, I don't care

Wouldn't you agree, baby you and me, we've got a groovy kind of love

Don't quite know all the lyrics. Must look them up.


I had a friend in high school named Joy. A year younger. She had a brother in my grade. I wonder what ever happened to them?

I want to write a thoughtful post about choosing joy over the blues, contentment over frustration, love over impatience. About how we can't control our emotions, but we can control our habits. About mindfully practicing joy and peace, rigorously, in order to lead a joyful and peaceful and mindful life.

Hmmph. I can't focus. My head is a parade of songs and plans for tomorrow and where-are-they-now and not enough sleep and chocolate chip cookies in the cookie jar, all bumping and jostling around my brain clamoring for attention.


Another day, perhaps.


Irie said...

Very interesting... Your attempt to write about being joyful became a post about bursting out into bits of song! Sounds joyful to me... :)

I burst into song too, all the time! But don't have kids around to roll their eyes, and David thinks it's "cute"...

Cathy said...

Hee hee, I was thinking the post became about the effects of premenopausal attention deficit. ;)

Maybe I'll sing to David then, if he won't roll his eyes.