self portrait tuesday

lately i have been feeling so upside down in my life. in limbo about so many things. the baby, my job, davids job, insurance. i could go on and on for days about insurance and how stressful it is, and how much money it can be and how i really dont want to be on cobra when this baby comes. but then i stop, take a few deep breaths, and remember. i remember a time when being upside down, literally was a great thing. it meant you were playing, and better yet, it meant you had found something to hang on, climb on, pretend to be a monkey on. it also meant that you spent every possible moment outside of your slim, slim responsibilities playing. whether that meant outside on a beat up old hammock, or inside under your fort made out of bed sheets, you were playing. and loving it. and thinking, man, if there was just a way that i could find something to hang upside down on, maybe even pull off a cherry drop this time, that would just be awesome. which makes me think, i can take this metaphorical upside down time in my life and pull off the most spectacular cherry drop yet, throw up my arms in exultation and beam my biggest smile to the world.