"A Day In The Life"

     I feel as if I have been through almost the entire gamut of emotions in less than 24 hours.  My best friend, Jeanne,  called me and invited me to run errands with her.  My daughter, Katie, and I both went and had a wonderful time.  All we did was pay some bills, run down to this big goodwill store on Orange Blossom Trail to look for Christmas gifts, grab a quick bite at Taco Bell, then do some grocery shopping, but it didn't matter.  Even the simplest of outings can be wonderful with the right person.  It was fantastic just being with her and my daughter.  We laughed so much, shared opinions, grievances about things in our lives, and just hung out, enjoying each others' company.
     Coming home was a different matter.  We hadn't been there more than five minutes when Katie's dad completely lost it, screamed at her and made her cry when she didn't really even understand why he felt what she had done was wrong.  The tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife, and I couldn't wait to escape.
     We left as soon as we could and went down to Jeanne's house to watch "It's A Wonderful Life."   Every time I see it, it brings up all these conflicting emotions.  I understand that we sometimes have no idea what is really best for us, and that what we desire often isn't what we NEED, and yet, I can't help but wonder how George's life would have been if he had actually gotten to do even just ONE thing that he really wanted.  When Clarence tells him that he had a wonderful life, I invariably ask myself, "Did HE have a wonderful life, or was it just that EVERYONE ELSE had a wonderful life BECAUSE of him?"  It occured to me last night, though, that maybe the REAL message of the movie is that happiness is not found in fame and wealth such as George had always desired, but in the love of our friends and family.   That is basically what Clarence tells him in the inscription of the book he gives him: "No man is a failure who has friends."  All these ruminations aside, I found myself tearing up a little just like I always do at the end of the film. 
     I came home, read for a little while, then went straight to sleep.  I had an awful dream that played out like one of those melodramas they show on the Lifetime Movie Network.  I dreamed about a woman with a child (for some reason can't remember if it was male or female) who gets murdered by her ex- husband who didn't want to let her go.  Why would I dream something like this?  After my H's outburst, is that what I fear will happent to Katie and I?  Have no idea, but it was disturbing.
     So basically, I had a day that involved great happiness, anger, stress, sadness and outright fear one right after the other.  Is it just me and my many mood swings, or is it all something beyond me?  In other words, am I crazy or is everyone else around me MAKING me crazy lol?