This weekend, I partied three nights in a row. Dancing at a show on Thursday, an art party at my house on Friday, and a birthday party with a live outdoor band on Saturday.
Sunday I woke up feeling pretty beat. And kinda sad.
I guess you could call it comedown. It was just one of those days when I felt sad for no good reason. Like Eeyore with my own, personal raincloud above my head, I moped and moved slowly all day.
First, I went to a yoga class in the hopes that I'd "realign my chakras" or whatever and feel more balanced. Usually that works. Today the bright shiny people in their cutie little yoga pants just annoyed me. I may have spent a good bit of class rolling my eyes.
Next, I tried going to the beach. But all that damn sunshine and all the happy, laughing families just didn't match my mood. I felt cranky and even mopier. So I left.
Then I decided to go see a movie at the art house theater downtown. Yep, I holed myself up in a dark movie theater in the middle of the sunny, California weekend day. It was a black and white, Polish movie. A black and white Polish movie with subtitles, in fact. A black and white Polish movie with subtitles about the HOLOCAUST, for godsake. Ahhhhh! I thought. This is JUST the thing.
And it was.
It matched my mood completely and I sank in to the plush theater seats with deep satisfaction.
What I understood in that dark theater is that yoga and the beach didn't "fix" me because there was nothing to fix. Sure, I'm a pretty energetic, adventurous, happy person most of the time. But even I get sad and mopey, and there's nothing wrong with that.
Once I allowed myself to swim in the deliciousness of my inexplicable sorrow, I actually enjoyed the sorrow as a gift in and of itself.
Here I am, experiencing another aspect of the full spectrum of emotions, I thought. What a frickin' beautiful thing to be alive and be able to feel so many different ways.
I bet when I die, if I become a ghost watching human life, I'll wish for times like this. I'll wish for the feeling of salty tears on my cheek. I'll long for the days of delightful self-pity and glorious, silent, solitude in a dark movie theater on a sunny afternoon. This is it. This is life. RIGHT NOW.
And I realized that even though I wasn't happy, I was happy about it.
When I say that my coaching clients discover "the greatest happiness of their adult lives," I mean it. Doing this soul-work results in a happiness that's so deep it's actually not happiness at all. It's peace. It's contentment. It's unshakable, irreversible, and impossible to lose.
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