#009; Snapping out of it
Which is why I’m writing. Hope. It’s such a cliche these days, to use the word at all induces cringing in those who can’t care less about politics or about liberals. And yet, I find myself filled with the feeling lately. A feeling of ‘better things to come’ and ‘today will be a good day’ and a desire to smile at complete strangers on the walk to work. What has caused this? Is it allergy medication getting to my head? Perhaps Petworth has something in the water? I reality, I blame Msgr. Jameson of St. Matt’s. I entered Church with a feeling of trepidation. I hadn’t been since Ash Wednesday, hadn’t done my Lenten confession (not to mention had NOT succeeded at Lent)… I tend to go to Mass when I need that feeling of release and comfort. And so here I was, in my Easter dress (lavender colored), surrounded by loved ones, and I could hardly breath for my discomfort. Would people recognize me as someone who only shows up every so often? What would they preach about? And then Msgr. Jameson gave a homily about the renewal of Easter – the rising from the dead both religiously and personally – and how Spring can be a reminder to us all of that renewal, that baptism in hope.
I came out of Church feeling much better about many things than I had going in and today in the news I was reminded more than once to smile, to snap out of the Winter haze, and make my own positivity. I’m working on it. This week I have three projects and much work to look forward to, but I also have a book club meeting on Thursday, a visit from my family to plan, and the possibility of a free Flaming Lips concert this weekend to celebrate Earth Day. I’d say, this hope thing has it’s merits.