Saturday SlobberLove

Sometimes on Saturday we pause for a moment and we feel just the slightest bit of regret or remorse or reluctance about who we are and how we've been and we promise ourselves we'll try harder.  We're not sure why we feel this way. Maybe there's something about the color of the air in September that makes us remember all the work we've done on our muted large heart and how, regardless of all this hard work, there still seems to be so much more left to do. 

We only know that we want to be good.

So as Autumn overtakes us and we feel heavier during our afternoons we decide that we won't let our Inner Worrier overtake us and we make a promise to ourselves that we will loosen our sharp harsh grasp and we'll give everyone else we come in contact with a break and we'll wrap the Fall around us like a blanket and know in our hearts that although, if we had our druthers, we'd choose the cold, crisp solitary cave of Winter we're making the largest effort to choose the wide open expanse of unhibernation and in this way we'll be able to look back on things and know we did all we could to rail against our hollow false longing to be alone.

Yours In Colorful Foliage,
Sappy Sapperstein