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.