I always feel better when I give voice to what I'm feeling -- when I name it, put it into words. I've been wandering about in a bit of gloomy fog lately (which is terrible to do, when one's parents are visiting and who knows how many months it will be before one gets to see them again!). I've been almost avoiding the blog, just because my brain was having trouble forming coherent thoughts.
But today, as I was drifting through the others' blogs, I thought to myself, "I really have been feeling a little melancholy lately." And, somehow, the word "melancholy" made me smile. Okay, so I was already on my way to having my mood lifting when I heard the fantastic news that Pink Cupcake sold her house and has bought the Dream Flat. But describing my mood as "melancholy" somehow picked up my spirits. Giving it a name somehow explained it. Separated it from me. Gave it form. Suddenly, I could fit myself into a narrative where I could cradle a cup of steaming tea while reading my book and looking out over the cloudy day.
If this is an act of construction, why does it make me feel better?