Showing posts with label Ms Melancholy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ms Melancholy. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Ms Melancholy Revisited

     Over a year ago, I introduced my readers to Ms. Melancholy.  As noted in that post, Ms Melancholy has been a resident in my head since at least adolescence.  There really is no understanding her, only acknowledging that she seems to like hanging out with me.  Go figure.

    What I notice is that she is back and back in an unusual way.  She must have developed a night life because these days she is not sitting on the couch next to me at night but rather is climbing out of bed with me in the morning.   It used to be that she was an early morning sleepy  head and I could get my day started without her obnoxious presence.  But now?  Now she is happy to push me out of bed and hang around, hovering over me as I attempt to get my day on track.  She smothers me while I do my exercise routine, and scowls when I complete the walk or the crunches.   She gleefully jumps when she sees that the house is a mess and I am chastising myself for not staying on top of the housework.  She smiles big time when I sigh in discouragement at the long day ahead or the frigging fog hanging in the oak tree.  She LOVES it when I trudge out to the garage, backpack on and shoulders stooped, pull out my bike and head off to work.  This is her quintessentially joyful moment.

   Odd thing is,  she doesn't actually come to work with me.  She tries.  I know she tries.  But I think is afraid of that place.  Or something.  Maybe there just isn't room for her there.  There is so much activity, so many people to whom I need to answer,  so much going on and she can't find me in the busy-ness of work.  Ha!  I disappear from her view!  I wonder where she goes during the workday.

   And after work?  After work, she must be bugging someone else  because she leaves me alone.  When I get home from work, I can chillax without her. Yes, she is still makes me her biggest priority on Sundays after about noontime.  Ugh.  But I know her and I actually make room for her on the couch.  How do you shove someone away who has been there on Sundays since you were in second grade?

      I am going to watch her this fall.  I am going to see if anything changes about her.  She still wears that funky dress and really should be wearing a bra.  Those old lady shoes need to go.  I wonder if I can persuade her to try some cool boots?  Maybe I just need to accept her just the way she is.




       Some recent art work:

Blood, Skin, and Bones #1

Blood, Skin, and Bones #2
 


Water Play

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Lost in Life

     Ms Melancholy has that bag that she carries around.  I've been thinking about that bag and how heavy it is.  It's old and battered but it is very valuable to her.  I have the sense that something of mine is in that bag, something I have lost but I can't think of what it might be. Among the things I've lost in life are the following items:

baby teeth and wisdom teeth
that  bracelet that Grandpa and Auntie Anne gave me when I was 6 years old
my father
a kidney stone
love
my long hair
internet privacy
innocence / naivete
belief in and respect for the Catholic religious hierarchy
my youth
the red sweater that I left in San Francisco
my temper (repeatedly)
my patience (repeatedly)
my confidence (lost and regained repeatedly)
connections
my self
the kid I used to be (maybe that is the same as my self)
the truth
my optimism (most of the time)
choices
my grandparents (all of them)
childhood/adolescent friendships
knees that don't hurt
belief in the future
trust
time
that check I wrote last week
my first passport
transparency


Could any of these things be in the bag?