broadcasting on Happy

It does feel like I've been broadcasting from the Doom & Gloom Channel for weeks now -- sending out a fairly unbroken stream of hopeful but still bleak news.  It's been death, suffering and more death.

And for weeks I've been bare-eyed to meet the day, knowing that otherwise within moments I'd be Alice Cooper.

No more.

Today is day 1 of return to the happier channel. I know it's a silly little thing, but life is composed of silly little things, really.

And so today, yes, I am back to eyeliner and mascara, knowing it'll stay on, that I'll keep my eyes on my beautiful surroundings and not slip away to anyplace so sad that I cry my face off.

Done with that for a little bit, I think.

This doesn't mean there isn't sorrow.  Of course not. What it does mean is that that sorrow has slotted back into its normal place in my organism, there, sorted amongst all of the possible feelings a person can have, but not the strongest. Never the strongest for long.  

Instead I'm singing a song today, eyes augmented, happy.

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