Light dawns the Eve

I will be interested at the close of the year's blogging to see if there is an easily identified pattern for my plunges into despair and subsequent re-emerging into the daylight. Yesterday I was in a dark mood which filled me from crown to toes with a kind of dark lethargy; the feeling that you get when the best thing seems to be to lie down and sink into the earth. I am not a natural when it comes to social interaction with large groups and the politics that exist in the world of the dayjob often conspire to leave me feeling a little like I did at school; outside the norm. But that was yesterday, and that is what fascinates me about how a mood can switch and lighten with the turn of the dawn.. It was with heavy heart that I set out into another snowy morning to work the full day of Christmas Eve, already cynical of the festive season and finding it hard to believe that I could pick up my spirits before the treasured two days of freedom. But lo! A host of angels must have finally found me and alighted on my shoulders, for the day turned gradually rosy as the hours ticked by and I found myself surrounded by smiling faces instead of the feared Grinches. As a final moral to my tale, the part at the end when the lead character realises the error of her selfish thoughts and takes stock of all the luck in her life... a lovely but very drunk lady appeared and asked to be assisted with her shopping. During the course of the store tour it became apparent that the lady had a mother who was terminally ill and this was the last Christmas meal she would prepare for her. So there I am; suddenly the angel on a stranger's shoulder myself, offering what words and help that I could; watching the tears fall and counting myself lucky that I have all that I do. The perfect 'shake-by-the-shoulders to send me home to call my mum, cuddle the cats and start another painting; play some great music loud, cook dinner, sing in the kitchen and hope lots of love wings its way to sad people everywhere.