Spilly Heart

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For the last day or so, I've been a little spilly. It's felt like something was sloshing around in my heart. What I mean is: I've been sad. But that silly sort of sad, where nothing is wrong, you just feel like crying at everything. (Not pregnant--honest.)

Example: listening to The Writer's Almanac podcast this morning while walking to the T, Garrison Keillor was describing Ira Glass' career, and this made me feel like weeping. Why? He followed his dream? Many doubted the success of This American Life, and now the world agrees it a was a spot-on, brilliant idea? No good reason, see?

So I was crossing the Whole Foods parking lot, getting choked up every ten seconds, when this suddenly seemed very funny, this weepy self. And then, walking down Washington Street, passing bus stops and dogs out on their walks, stray snowflakes hitting my lips and chin, I couldn't stop laughing. I was just giggling out loud, grinning. Everything seemed funny, especially my own self. It was like someone flipped the funny switch. I wish I knew where that switch was ... I don't mind that sort of mood transition at all.

Comments

Sam Ruddick said…
well i like it, anyway.
March 4, 2010 at 3:37 PM
Amara said…
Ira Glass? That is kind of funny weeping over him :) I always wonder if it's hormones. When the world looks black....
March 5, 2010 at 12:02 AM
Janae @ Bring-Joy said…
I'm in love with Ira. I mean, I'm pretty sure he's a gay man and I'm a happily married Mormon momma, but I so appreciate his work. He's a gem, and I love the variety, the humanity, and the simple approach he takes at looking at our American world.

And Garrison Keeler--I love his folksy calming voice. Can he just recite poetry all day long? So soothing...
March 5, 2010 at 11:34 AM
kathy w. said…
I'm pretty sure my husband has a crush on Ira Glass. Makes me a little weepy and giggly, too.

And if you ever discover that switch, let me know how to find it, too. I need one every once in a while.
March 5, 2010 at 1:22 PM
belann said…
Glad you turned it around. It's usually better to laugh than cry.
March 11, 2010 at 5:17 PM
Meeshab said…
Ohhh I love that feeling, how do we get it every day? yoga? not medication!
March 18, 2010 at 2:33 AM
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