Are You Bluer than Sad? #HangInThere

Sponsored by Keith A. Veres, CPA, CGMA

​Love is patient, love is kind. It is not jealous, love is not pompous, it is not inflated, it is not rude, it does not seek its own interests, it is not quick-tempered, it does not brood over injury, it does not rejoice over wrongdoing but rejoices with the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails.

I guess I was about ten years old the first time I heard the song "Bluer than Blue" by Michael Johnson. I always thought it was so pretty, even though it's "sadder than sad," of course.

Naturally, when you're 10, your definition of sad --generally speaking-- is likely a far cry from what it is at 30 or 40 or 50.

Sure, back then I was crushed because I wanted that new pair of Jordache jeans that my parents said weren't worth the $95 (in 1978!!).

I remember thinking, "Man! They would have looked so cool at the rollerskating party Saturday. All the other girls but me will be wearing them!"  #10YearOldProblems #KidLogic

Hmpf.

Today, my idea of sad is decidedly different and runs quite the gamut: from the deep pain and compassion I feel as I watch the victims of Hurricane Florence dig out from the disaster (Please give what you can to relief efforts; even and especially if it's prayer) ...

To wanting to lift the spirits of one of my dearest friends who is at a bit of a crossroads right now (Love you, DD; hang in there, you got this!) ...

To hosting a little old self-pity party for one because I miss seeing my kid every day now that he's away at college (Snap out of it already, Patty!)

I am beyond blessed and want to remind folks of a few simple daily exercises that I have found helpful in just about every blue situation:

Smile. Pray. Be grateful. Give. Believe in a higher power, the greater good, and your own ability and worth. Love.

But like really, a lot and completely and with your whole heart. Love as much as you can as often as you are able and with as much oompf as you can muster. LOVE.

​Oh, and Pray and Smile some more.

And don't ask your parents to dish out a crap ton of money for a pair of bell-bottom waist-huggers, Capisce? 

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