If You Want To Beat The Blues, Do This.

I woke this morning to a wall of gray outside my bedroom window. The fog was so thick, I couldn't see a thing. Ugh, I thought, today is going to be cold and gray and depressing. Not the best thought to start the day with.

Truth is, I'm temperamentally sad. It's just a part of my nature, a part I've been friends with for a long time. I feel things deeply.  I'm sensitive to my environment. And I'm easily affected by energy. It's not a bad thing. I've grown to love and respect this about myself. And I've learned to work with it. 

So, when I started to feel melancholy, I knew what to do. Rather than let the sadness pull me under its murky waters, I put on my hiking boots and a warm fleece jacket, grabbed my camera, and set out on an adventure. Rather than fight the darkness, I went in search of light. No sooner had I left the house, than I came upon this lamp still shining in the middle of the day.

I smiled, thanked the Divine for the sign, snapped a picture, and continued on my journey. Next, I found this little guy on an embankment covered with dead leaves... 

Isn't it funny how sometimes, if you're willing to trust the darkness, you can find a tiny speck of life that gives you hope? I thanked this purple signpost and took another shot.    

As I walked along the roadside, the landscape before me was brown and gray and dreary so I decided to look for color. Deciding is an important act of self-care. While I know it's not always easy when you're feeling bad, if you make a decision to look for goodness, you'll usually find it. 

To that end, here's what I discovered next:


I wish this photograph could fully capture the shock of color this bush added to the landscape. It took my breath away. Color is light in physical form and I could feel its radiance from across the field where I stood. Another moment of gratitude ensued. Here was Mother Nature's next gift:

I found this shower of red and orange in the brush behind our home. Turns out, it hangs from a tree just outside our livingroom window.  I'd never noticed it before. Strange how we can be blind to the beauty staring us in the face. Now I smile when I look out the window. 

Finally, as I headed back to the house, I stopped to have a look at the rose bushes ready to be cut back in our front yard. The flowers have all gone by and I've been avoiding this chore because it's come to symbolize a surrender to winter. As I walked along the row of dead flowers, I found this bud holding on, awaiting sun and warmth and permission to bloom.


Who knows, maybe she'll get her chance. We might get lucky and have a few warm days before the first snow visits. Anyway, the point is, it doesn't take much to turn a gray day into something special. Just one decision: A choice to see the world in a new way. Mother Nature never disappoints. One hour with her and my whole world brightened up. Yours can, too.

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COBALT 21st November 2013 12:57 pm

Lovely reminder to those of us who feel it all...
:smitten: Thank you!

Tiff 21st November 2013 1:45 pm

So true. Thank you, Cheryl.

Convalia 21st November 2013 4:49 pm


ralu 22nd November 2013 3:55 am

Enlightment is about awareness and feeling and BEING,about presence.
Human manipulation(ego-mind) is about telling people what to do and doing what people tell you to do.


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Cheryl Richardson is the author of The New York Times bestselling books, Take Time for Your Life, Life Makeovers, Stand Up for Your Life, The Unmistakable Touch of Grace and her new book The Art of Extreme Self Care. She was the first president of the International Coach Federation and holds one of their first Master Certified Coach credentials.

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