Lately, I’ve felt that way.
I often use humour to get through rough times. I also can understand that saying ‘I feel good, I feel wonderful’ might not be a bad idea. Because this virus outbreak can wear on a person’s sense of security.
I walked into the post office after reading the warning sign, and I heard,
“Have you been out of the country in the last—?” I forget how long it was.
“No.” I started walking towards the counter.
“No! No sir! Go around the other side of the display counters.”
“Yes mam.”
“How can I help you?”
“I’d like ten stamps.”
“Stay there. Don’t get close.”
“Okay, come here and pick up the stamps.” Etc. Etc.
I feel good. I feel wonderful.
“You can keep the change because of the virus. It’s a virus tip,” I explained.
She smiled. I think she might have got it. Don’t blame her if she didn’t.
I feel good. I feel wonderful.
“We’re not taking exchanges at the moment,” the woman said.
I said. “I guess I’m going to see the empty plastic bottles as big investments for the future.”
She looked at me as she disinfected a bottle of disinfectant.
“In Ontario I turned in a hundred dollars worth of plastic bottles before we took off for Nova Scotia,” I explained.
She thought that was interesting. I’d clarified.
feel good. I feel wonderful. I baby-stepped.
I feel good. I feel wonderful.
I feel good. I feel wonderful.
The woman did squeeze out a grin. She was the one who told me to stay where I was and asked me where I thought I was going.
I feel good. I feel wonderful.
So, I climbed a mountain. I sat on a log and listened to the absolute silence, except for the wind which had just begun to bring in a snow storm. I did feel good and I did feel wonderful. The silence of the wind, the snow, fresh air, the forest, it couldn’t help but make me feel wonderful.
You see, I was sitting on the couch drinking tea, eating a tuna sandwich and watching Trudeau trying to do his very difficult job. I didn’t watch the other channel because I can’t stand watching the orange clown bragging about how well he is doing his job. Too not feeling good. Too not feeling wonderful.
Sue was also doing a difficult job. She was wiping water up off the floor. She’d dry it and it would be wet again. She’d dry it some more and it would be wet again. She was definitely not feeling good or wonderful.
Guess what? I had an empty bottle to empty the water into because the store had refused to take it because of the corona virus. Wasn’t that handy? Wasn’t that good and wonderful and coincidental?
I feel good. I feel wonderful.
Hopefully, we all will, at some point.