Happy topsy-turvy

Sometimes life feels monotone.  Grey stretching for miles and days on end, each day indistinguishable from the previous or the next.  They are comfortable, put on your slippers and shut the door, sort of days. You plough through them, because they almost feel normal, except that everything takes so much more effort, and the world loses its edge.

There are times, though, when you know you are in Topsy-Turvy but the colour has returned.  There are sharp edges, both good and bad. You feel the pain, but that allows you to also feel joy.  You know it is the time to take your slippers off and slowly, very slowly, open up again the door.