I finally decided that the fall I took did not leave me with any lasting ailments just soreness. So, I didn’t make a doctor’s appointment. Yet, here I am. The symptoms I am having still don’t seem to be related to the fall. I have a real heavy feeling in my chest like ….. well n ot pain of anything but just heavy……like someone is sitting on my chest. My attitude is pretty melancholy for me.

I see people post on Facebook about doing the “right” things and loving others despite what they may have done to you and other sentiments that are basically the same. People talk about “seasons” and they aren’t referring to fall, winter, spring and summer. These writers use the word “seasons” to me “sections of their life”. And this whole thihng of having 2 grown kids on top of my feelings of less responsibility all around leave me in a new Season.

I’m calling it the season of melancholy. My new jobs are helping with that feeling of just “meh” and of course generating some income should improve my outlook if this were just a passing mood. But, it’s not, it’s a Season and a season of melancholy, a season I never knew existed. I have thought about what people who are dying and spend a large amount of time on what is essentially called a “‘death bed”. I have wondered what they think, what’s the primary “worry” that they have. Or are they just melancholy and content.

I’m not dying but to be honest with you, I could spend a few days just hanging out this new melancholy me without being alarmed about anything. But, definitely not ready to die, just waiting to see what else this Season of melancholy brings to me.

Thanks for reading,

Jerri Ann