I’ve had some noticable mood swings lately. Actually, its probably only that I’ve become much more aware of my mood. The past few weeks I’ve felt fantastic. Just bubbling over; feeling happy and loving. The past two days I’ve come down from that, but I suppose I felt so high that “coming down” merely means feeling like my typical self.
My emotions are in much greater focus than they have been. If pressed for an answer, I would have to credit becoming a daddy. You can’t help but become more intuitive when you are asked to care for an infant. How else are you going to know what she needs?
But there’s more to it than that. I’ve been dreaming more, which is always welcome, though the messages aren’t as clear as they have been. I’m left upon waking with mere wisps of meaning and buried hunches that tend to reassemble themselves as I go about my day.
I remember yesterday being at work and guessing my morning’s dream was about my grandmother choosing to leave soon. The dream was shrouded to my early morning mind, or perhaps consciously blotted out, the comprehension arriving only when I was a safe distance away.
I didn’t fear my grandmother’s choice. It felt more like a good friend was moving away. It was that kind of feeling that seemed to be lurking just outside my waking mind yesterday and today.
The weekend is here, which means I have time to catch up on all those things I have sorely neglected around here. It is also the weekend of the ACC Tournament, what some consider the best of college basketball. N.C. State beat Georgia Tech in the first round today, 71-65, and take on Wake Forest tomorrow at noon. If I needed motivation to get things done quickly, there it is right there.