I think this was one of those moments when I took the camera
and pointed it up the massive rock
into the sky winking at me
I like looking up
and I like just pointing the camera up and clicking.
I don't look up as in, "Wow, look how far I have to climb!"
I really, really, really try not to be that type of person.
I prefer looking down and saying, "Wow, look how far I've climbed!"
Despite chronic depression, I'm an optimistic person.
I don't shout it from the roof tops;
mine is more low-key foundational.
I do let my depression visit occasionally.
I find that if I don't invite it in for a short visit,
it sneaks in and hides.
This creates far more havoc,
because depression then insidiously nibbles
at my mind and emotions
while I blithely think,
"Hey, I'm doing great!"
I don't permit lingering,
but we do exchange thoughts.
After its departure, I know myself
a little better
my compassion and patience jar is a bit fuller.
Then I take my camera and look up in wonder and awe
and then look down in wonder and awe.
The wonder and awe parts
are the key
at least for me.