Sometimes You're the Windshield.

This song basically sums up what I'm going to ramble about today. What I like most about this version is that it is just some guy. In his house. With tacky/possibly disturbing decorations.

This post is just me analyzing the history of my newest mental obsession. Analyzing an analysis. Virgo much? haa. Where was I?
Oh, this particular mental obsession began in a moment when I totally accepted that it was true. Life absolutely moves in ups and downs.  My truth spot realized that no matter how happy I was in a given moment (and in that moment, I was very happy), the other shoe would surely drop.  As that truth resonated, my heart began to tighten. I felt fear, clinging, sorrow, grief.  I realized that I was mourning the loss of my happy moment....and I wasn't even unhappy yet! 
What?!?! Oh NO.
I decided that I don't want to spend any of my happiness on this yet to be determined misfortune. As I remunated and stewed, the ups and downs began to look to me like the change of seasons.  

Follow me for a moment. Personally, I prefer Spring and Fall, but I understand that I will also experience Winter and Summer.  That is inevitable.  I am not upset by that. I can't control the seasons, and that's ok. Why should I be bothered by the fact that I can't control ups and downs? They will come. Like Winter.  Now, I do acknowledge that most of the downslopes in life are more unpleasant than getting up in the dark, or sweating.  Yet really, the idea is the same. Understanding my relationship with seasons helped me to understand how to better handle my ups and downs.  In the midst of Winter or Summer, I accept discomfort, because I know that it isn't going to be over for a while, and it isn't going to be forever. I dress appropriately, and forge on. Then, as these seasons come to a close, I become more impatient, more uncomfortable, more unhappy. Enter Spring and Fall, my enjoyment is at its peak.  Yet, somewhere in the midst of those seasons, I forget to be grateful for them. As they draw to a close, I begin to miss them and wish they would stay forever.
So, I guess the goal then is to find acceptance at the depth of a negative experience, try to extend it through the times when the anxiousness sets in. Then really be present in the best moments, remembering those moments are all the sweeter for their impermenance.

Wow. how simple. (sarcasm font)

Meh, I will see how it goes.
Hopefully, when the other shoe drops,
I will just wiggle my toes.