The all pervasive greyness percolates through me, seeming to sap whatever latent energy I’ve managed to keep a hold on. I’m not talking about a greyness of the mind or soul, but rather prevailing weather conditions, rain intermittently lashing the window as it struggles with the strong blustery gusts of wind. Hardly the sort of day that I’m tempted to venture out to Open Church, or anywhere else for that matter but, it’s really good to be able to feel so much brighter than the day itself.
The persistent nagging pains and aches still scrabble for my minds attention but, not sufficiently to distract me from any purpose for the day; admittedly the purpose has still to be found, but I’m able to bask in my idleness rather than succumbing to the all too common pangs of guilt at “wasting time”.
These interludes are so rare when one is able to escape the inbred clutches of the protestant work ethic; from now on, I’m determined to be the victor, re-claim my life from this guilt, put up two fingers at this moral imperative to be a conscientious worker and pretend that all these hours of (health imposed) rest have been freely chosen!
Even as I type these words, patches of blue appear in the sky, as the sun breaks through the sheet of low-lying cloud. How’s that for the power of positive thinking?