thought/idea and end up in a completely different place.
Blue started with a very old player piano roll with the words:
I'm so blue blue, can't get interested in a thing I do.
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Totally fit my mood with Mom leaving and Bailey gone and yet as I scraped and smeared shades of blue into my journal, that melodramatic phrase turned into:
so today I'm blue...
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I'll be okay.
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From self pity to acceptance and comfort.
Quite a turnaround don't you think?
Thanks for visiting the mustard today and PEACE!