The Shark has many teeth dear
I think all the moving, drama, holiday stress and life in general has caught up with me. I'm just tired. emotionally. It's not a fun place, but today was the first day this week that I felt like I was getting a good deep breath of air. Maybe it's because I rode my bike to work. That I had 35 minutes of concentrated clarity this morning. Or maybe it's just the calm before the storm, who knows.
It's not just me. Everyone seems to be on edge. Like some big mobius strip of downtrodden grumpiness. I'm all for wallowing...but you can only justify so many days of wallowing. People are pushing it with their wallowing. I'm trying my best to not be one of them.
The sad thing is that when you do feel like wallowing for more days than you should you have to pretend that you're fine, laugh at things you don't really feel like laughing at. For a while it just feels contrite, but eventually you feel better...if even for a moment.
I decided, in the spirit of forcing myself NOT to wallow I will make a list of things I'm looking forward to today:
- ANTM finale!
- Seattle show tomorrow night
- bike ride with the bro after work
- snuggling with Bea
- knitting more and more presents!
so there.