There will be days like this......

I haven't really written much of anything in a while. 

Let me tell you a little about my life, right now.

Job number 1.

I am in Business Development.. I do a host of variety of things for an awesome company with great people... and I LOOOOOOVE it.  But it is hectic, the days fly and most days, I can't believe my luck, nor can I believe that the week is over.

Job number 2:

Contractor for old company.  Still the same good pals, great people and the work must go on.

My days are roughly 10 hours in length and then I have to hit the gym.. which I must say has yielded little to no results in the past few months and I am getting frustrated - but someone believes it is good for you!  So I press on.

I have summmer all the time. The weather is unbelievable.  I live in a complex that looks like a resort and I drive a dream car (non of which is really mine! LOL)

I said all of that to say....  This weekend, like most, I get to Saturday - wake up early and watch the Formula one race - tired eyes, in my pjs, while the sun streams through my window.  I then get up, clean, faff and go out into the sun.. have a lazy day - maybe shop or catch a movie, or meet up with people..

Sunday rolls around pretty much the same - I catch up on reading, writing emails and calling everyone whom I missed in the week due to said schedule. Its a pretty sweet existence...

But then today happens.. and I do me - like I do.. but something feels off.. I feel.. well, alone in the world.

I sit to write - nothing comes

I look for inspiration - it eludes me

I call a friend - no one is available..

It's just one of those days.. on the cusp of a hectic week.. and I cannot find my peace and joy - I feel ... well - something not definable...

Then a woman said, "Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow."

And he answered:

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.

And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.

And how else can it be?

The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.

Is not the cup that hold your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?

And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?

When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."

But I say unto you, they are inseparable.

Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.

Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.

Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.

When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.

Khalil Gibran...