Have you not felt like yourself?Like you didnt know who you were? Like a failure?Like life is passing you by? I felt that way for a few months, I'm not sure if it was due to tackling the adventure of a new job, my parents moving miles away, the idea of turning 30 or all of the above. I am thrilled to say that I have slowly, but surely moved past that feeling and am starting to feel more and more like my old, goofy self.
During what I labeled my "Blue Period," I did quite a lot of research on the artist Pablo Picasso. From 1901 to 1904, Picasso's most notable paintings were monochromatic shades of blue and blue-green. History books noted that he began to paint in those shades after the suicide of a close friend.His subjects were mainly prostitutes, beggars and drunks, people down on their luck and seeing the glass as half empty.
What I remember most vividly during my blue period was the thought that there is always tomorrow. I knew I did not feel like myself nor did I have the bandwidth to do anything aside from going to work, I knew that one day my mood would change, that life would go back to what I knew it to be.
On that note, I leave you to view Picasso's painting of the Absinthe Drinker and with snippets of a lullaby that one of my very favorite singers, Tori Amos sang to her little girl. I was blessed to hear Tori sing this song live at a New York Times Talk event that was to take place one day after September 11,2001 and was then moved to January. At the time, I didn't understand the lullaby, I live my life with a smile and a laugh and hadn't endured true sorrow. Snippets of that song became my saving grace when I didn't feel exactly like my self.
"Oh my sweet, sweet little angel girl. The sweetest girl that I have ever known, the sweetest of mommylove. The sweet little angel dove... Sorrow has the prettiest little laugh, sorrow is a pretty good friend to have...she said take my blue dress, give it to happiness, it matches the color of her eyes, it matches the color of her eyes at midnight..
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