Everyone knows what it means to wake up on the wrong side of the bed. To have a day full of unpleasant interactions, unavoidable sadness and, oftentimes, unexplainable anger. Likewise, waking up on the right side of bed makes us giddy beyond all reason, prepared to face any horrors that may spring from it's grave or bite us in the neck. But what does it mean when we wake up, smack dab, in the center of the bed?
I am sure that almost all of us have had those days, those delightful yet irritable, days where we feel as if something is wrong but we can never quite figure out what. Today was one of those days. In fact, it's just been one of those weeks where everything seems to go right yet oh so wro
ng at the same time.
It's the darnedest thing too, thinking about it all. How does one mull over something they aren't aware of? I can't be sad since I have no reason to, yet pure happiness seems difficult to achieve as I can't figure out what is causing me to feel uneasy. The circular reasoning of life is driving me insane.
I have no questions so I cannot seek answers. All I can do is continue to write stories in my head and hope that someday a muse will bless me.
On a happy note I'm halfway through my 1000 piece puzzle. Hoorah! Except now all I have left is all the pieces that look exactly the same.