Frankly and just between us: I’m still feeling drained and tired. Even today, when I had my appointment at the hair salon at 8 a.m., before anyone else had even arrived. But again, I have to smile: who would have thought that my tight schedule last week, a children’s theater play, and some kamikaze-like hairstyle experiments would be the things to gently blur out the grayness of last week even further.
It’s often really hard to accept certain circumstances in life as they are. Or even to see them. Or to just look them in the eye for a while. Even though the true reasons behind the grayness of the days will certainly still require a great deal of attention, there are some other life circumstances that directly and indirectly help to lighten things up: like the fact that my apartment’s heating system is now working reliably again and has been gifted a life-extending spare part. Or that I recently, quite by chance, found myself among grandparents and toddlers at my very first “picture book cinema screening” of Maurice Sendak’s much-revered “Where the Wild Things Are”. Or that, in the coming weeks, I’ll be trying to resurrect outrageous 1980s hairstyles together with a crazy coworker.
Okay, obviously not everything’s grey – in fact, a few colors are coming back. Time to roll up sleeves for everything else coming up. Slowly, it’s getting time to let the Wild Rumpus start again!