Dejected and apathetic. That’s what mope means apparently.
My mum uses the word ‘mope’ a lot. I remember being told off as a child for ‘just moping around’.
“Go and do something!” My mum would tell me.
Maybe I’ve always been prone to moping.
I certainly do a lot of it at the moment. Moping is almost a requirement of long term illness. We seem amazed when people who are ill don’t mope, but remain positive and invigorated by life. But you know what, I think, if you want to ‘mope around the house’ because life is not going as you planned, take some time and do it. We expend so much energy trying to convince ourselves and others that things are ok, even when they are not.
I don’t have much energy. I don’t want to waste what I do have by plastering on fake smiles and laughing artificial laughs. I’m going to use that energy to feel my true emotions, to experience the troughs of life, to fight my demons…
And by taking that time to experience my lows, I know that when I inspire myself back to the peaks, they will be taller and more colourful than ever I can imagine now.
Through moping comes inspiration.