Meaning

Ran some errands this morning, including rolling over stupid payday loan. I got a box of Christmas cards. They are pretty nice with Mary and baby Jesus on them...come to think of it, the stamps I got have a similar pic. It's a theme I guess. I'll stamp some pagan Christmas symbols on the envelopes to balance it out.
I've been thinking about my life being meaningless and I've decided that whatever I do will have the meaning I assign to it, especially if it's something I do mindfully. I'm not drifting into the realm of the ridiculous: mindfully and meaningfully picking my nose for example.
What I'm saying is that there are things that one can assign meaning to or relegate to being mundane.
For example, taking care of my birds is meaningful. From changing their cage paper to feeding/watering to playing with them, I am responsible for these living creatures. I have decided that this is meaningful.
This blog, including its more shallow entries, is meaningful. I have a spiritual life as a Christian, that adds meaning to all that I do.
To suddenly decide that my life is meaningless is typical of me. Hell, it comes naturally. To later perceive this as an error in thought is learned. Well, I'm glad I learned it because by 4am this morning, I was feeling so meaningless that I didn't particularly want to be alive anymore but I changed things around in my head.
So I'm on a fairly even keel again. Welcome to the world of the Borderline Personality Disorder. ;)