Singing The Blues
Maybe it was because I had been singing a lot of bluesy songs, for whatever reason I had a bad case of the blues. The blues as in let’s have a pity party for one and sing a sad song. The blues as in life is terrible whoa is me. The blues, you know the mood that sneaks up on you to steal your joy. Sometimes I like the blues, it’s an interesting mood to sing, sing not live. I wasn’t in the mood for the blues though. I had a busy week and just didn’t have time for it. Then it got worse, anxiety joined the party, pounding on the door demanding entrance into my life of bliss. What the fresh hell! The anxiety was especially disconcerting because I believed, (for about a half a second), it’s omen of impending danger and doom. Then in the pause of a breath Grace entered the fray and laid a calming hand on things. Maybe something horrible was going to happen, sometimes it does, and like a lot of people I will occasionally get a sense of that before it happen...