Grumpy, Sleepy, Dopey
Thalia tickled Typist’s neck, behind her right ear.
Typist swatted at the muse’s touch. “Go away!”
Calliope lifted Paintist’s left arm by pulling up on her fleece sweatshirt’s sleeve. When she let go, the muse wrangler’s arm thumped and thudded onto the tabletop. “Stop it!” Paintist grouched.
“Let her be,” said Nia. “It’s a mood. It will pass.”
A word from Typist:
I had a little visit from three of the seven dwarfs over the weekend.
Grumpy was short-tempered. You see, I’d decided chemotherapy was not going to get the upper hand. I was wrong, and it ticked me off.
Sleepy kept our eyes closed for more hours than they were open.
And… Dopey forgot about a date we’d made, causing us to stand up a dear friend who waited 15 minutes past our meeting time to call me. Ugh!
I am working on self-forgiveness and grace.
One among you dear readers has said, “We are only as sick as our secrets.”
Writer Anne Rice said, “To write something you have to risk making a fool of yourself.”
Thank you for being here.
I feel better for having shared.
“The purpose of Art is to hold a mirror up to Life. Life obviously needs more sleep.” 😁
And in another week or two your spring flowers will be open, and Sneezy will be by. So don’t be Bashful about talking to the Doc to see if they can make you Happy! 😊
The Muses jiggering your ear and sleeve wasn’t helpful. But external and internal context can play a role. An instructor once illustrated that: a person waiting to cross a busy street felt a bump against his leg. Remembering the “wino” he had just seen, he turned thinking the bump came from that person bumping into him. Feeling his indignation rise, he turned to verify his expectation. He had been bumped with the walking cane of a visually impaired person. Indignation quickly gave way to embarrassment, then compassion.
Without intending any comparison with the clever crosswalk character, your own analysis of events was spot on. And remembering all the support and understanding your peeps freely offer is one way to transcend a negative state of mind.
That your friend waited 15 minutes past the set time makes no one Dopey! To me it illustrates how dependable you are under normal circumstance. I’d wager a nickel they weren’t standing there, tapping their foot, and muttering, “Dopey Gail, Loser.” Telling oneself, “I’m doing the best I can,” isn’t always easy for me. Under any circumstances.
You’re doing great!
CURE!