Fat and Happy
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When I am full of angst, sorrow or sadness, I am filled with words. I could write all day long. It’s an extension of wallowing. And I LOVE a good wallow.
But when things go well, when I am happy and not worrying, my words leave me. I can describe misery and the pangs of suffering; I can detail the ache of a heart or the feelings of inadequacy relating to infertility. But the quiet moments of happiness? The gushy love for my young child? The comfort of knowing I am more in love with my husband now than I ever have been? Those are hard words to capture.
Angst, sorrow and sadness are good, I believe. It is through the heartache that we learn and grow. That’s why there are so many words for me during such times. It’s a development of another layer to one’s self.
Slowly, I am discovering that one can learn and grow while experiencing joy and peace and love just the same. The lessons may be different, but isn’t learning the depth of one’s heart just as valuable as learning the depth of one’s despairs?
I think this is true of many people… me included. I can throw out a good rant, but to offer a story of good fortune, the words will escape me.
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I’m almost the opposite. When I’m angry I can write, and when I’m happy. But grief & sadness make me clam up. Perhaps if I would write anyway, it would help grief and sadness to leave me.
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I love this post. I don’t think I write enough of the happy stuff either. Maybe it’s because when we’re happy we just live our lives but when we’re sad we sit and think.