Melancolía

I wish I had been born in the Victorian Age. I probably wouldn’t have loved the corsets or the lack of indoor plumbing, but I think I could get into the swooning part. I would enjoy spending a few hours, or days, on a couch in a darkened room, with lavender water in a cloth over my eyes.

It might be nice to be seen as too fragile and nervous to face every day life. A Victorian Lady was allowed to take to her bed with the vapors every now and then, just from hearing bad news. That sounds good to me right about now.

You see, lately I have been struggling with a real sense of melancholy. Life is feeling like a challenge.

I am not depressed: that implies a longer, deeper and more profound feeling than what ails me.

I am not really sad; life is full and rich and all is well in my world.

I'm just……melancholy.

I'm finding it harder and harder to just keep going , to just keep pushing through the demands of every day. But what’s my choice? A woman needs to just chin up and keep on plugging. A modern, progressive, professional woman can’t just pull the curtains, place her limp wrist across her eyes and fall onto the couch.

So I wish that I could live back in Victorian Days, just for a while. I really want to swoon for a few days. Just till I feel better. I’d even be willing to wear a corset…..

Loving my new handstamped  "Live What You Love" bracelet by Honey Suckle Road