Melissa Sinclair Murray

My personal lord and savior? Um, no.

The other day I’m feelin awful down so I text Melissa because she’s probably the one person on the face of the planet that genuinely gets where I’m coming from on all this. I guess if I were more into psychology (okay, I majored in it in college and used it, oh, here and there and everyfreakinwhere in my 11 year career in mental heath) I might be inclined to say that I suffer from bipolar disorder. But only half the time. Hell, the manic part is GREAT! I think that’s why I’m in Utah, actually, one manic day I just said, “Hey! I know! (remember, we’re talking manic phase here, there are a lot of exclamation points!) I’ll quit my job and take off with no money and no job prospects in a 92 Chevy I got for FREE and just kinda, I don’t know, drive around and see what’s out there! That’s a great idea!” Hey, y’all are reading my blog so some part of you must see the genius here.

But… I digress. A lot. All the damn time. I’m still doing it. I just can’t stop.

So Melissa actually gets the tremendous highs and lows I go through because she’s had her own share of mood swings. Hell, the girl spent the summer before last in Wyoming, sent me a picture of her ass next to the world’s largest potato replica somewhere in Idaho. She’s also the best singer I’ve ever known and, by some accounts, I’m a lesbian. If anyone knows chick singers…

So the other day I text Melissa and tell her that I’m feeling pretty down. I don’t have a job yet, I’m getting anxious about money, I’m lonely as hell, I haven’t so much as SEEN anyone attractive since leaving New York, and she texts me back what amounts to something along the lines of (and if you can’t tell, I’m paraphrasing slightly)

Yesterday is but a dream
And tomorrow is only a vision
But today, well spent
Makes every yesterday a dream of happiness
And every tomorrow a vision of hope.

Quit bitchin.

Start livin.

Get up, get out and ride.