Today was very strange. I woke up early to cover a shift at work, and at 6:30 a.m. the Texas heat hadn’t yet crept up the thermometer. It felt like late Spring in Buffalo. I hated to leave Toby, because it would have been a nice morning to have coffee on the balcony and let him soak up some sun next to me. I wanted to sweep open the sliding glass door, step out and sing (extremely loudly) “Top of my Lungs” by Phillips, Craig and Dean. But it wasn’t to be.
The first few hours at work flew by and before I knew it, I was on break. The rest of the day, punctuated by odd insurance situations, raced by. I was anxious get off the clock and back to my apartment to pick up some packages waiting for me at the office. There were two of them, and I knew at least one of them carried books for school. I secretly hoped the other one would hold something special. Again, not to be.
For a day that began in the rafters, it sure felt like it was beginning to sink below the horizon. I don’t know if you’ve ever experienced being outside laying in the sunshine and having a cloud or airplane fly overhead, momentarily eclipsing the lemony light. That’s how I was starting to feel. I could sense a dark cloud capsizing my otherwise blue skies today.
Suddenly I felt lonely, listless and lethargic. My boyfriend was busy, my family back home, and my soul was already churning before sunset. I tried to talk myself into going to the mall, the bookstore or anywhere but my own solace. I came up with all kinds of excuses.
And then I sat down to write, pulled up YouTube and thought about perhaps Mozart or Bach? Maybe White Heart? I had a brilliant idea, typed in a song title and clicked “play”… and began to sing along: “At the top of my lungs I will sing hallelujah!”