I’m still not sure where I am mood-wise, which is probably for the best. If I can’t say yay or nay, then meh is surely acceptable? I also suspect that there’s been the providence of variety lately in the comings and goings of my life, which also buffers against depression’s attempts at reign. I still am lacking in a particular desire to do anything, but as I’ll say over and over again — I’ll count and stack up the tiny blessings and victories, and call it good.
Today’s little victories include:
- Getting out of the house to see our future office space: Holy crap, I’ll be working near people again! I have mixed feelings about this, but it might be tolerable.
- Sammich: Damn, it’s good.
- Ignoring the lingering vestiges of self-conscious that rose with my post-baby body and wearing a cool shirt my sister got me.
- Did I mention the sammich? Seriously, I love it when food and I intersect in perfect temporal bliss. Not that I have a bad relationship with food, but as my appetite isn’t a great one, my interest in what I’m eating past the nourishment point is often limited.
Okay, that’s not much of a list, but it’s more the act of getting it on ‘paper’. 🙂