Melancholia

Sometimes the way you feel just doesn't have a description ... so you make one up.

This is Eeyore.

Melancholia is what Eeyore would be diagnosed with if he ever sought professional help. Of course, they would probably just pump him full of Prozac and VOILA!

This is Eeyore on Prozac.

But that's not always an option. So what do I do when I feel dissatisfied with my life, my marriage, my level of creativity, the fact that I have stumpy little toes, the apparent lack of success that seems to haunt me in every area of life?

I sing this song:

I thank God for this day,

For the sun in the sky,

For my mom and my dad,

For my piece of apple pie!

For our home on the ground,

For His love that's all around,

That's why I say thanks every day!

Because a thankful heart is a happy heart!

I'm glad for what I have,

Thats an easy way to start!

For the love that He shares,

'Cause He listens to my prayers,

That's why I say thanks every day!

For those of you who don't know (and if you don't, allow me to inform you Veggie Tales is the greatest thing since Swiss cheese), this is from Madame Blueberry. 

I am going to sing this little song until the rain cloud over my head dissipates ... or somebody gets me that hoover dam Prozac. 

STAT!