I’ve lost myself.
In the aftermath of the wedding, in the shuffle of six-day work weeks, in the pile of leaves that have fallen from the now-bare trees, in the darkness of 4:30pm and crisp chill of morning. In the stress eating and emotional funk and anger at frustrating situations that I can’t seem to let go of. In the reality that I am almost 40, glaringly marked by the fact that I would rather stay home than go out to a concert that starts after 10pm, that I’d prefer to have a dinner party than wait an hour at a popular restaurant for a table to accommodate a group, that the majority of my friends have kids and so hang out time is ruled by nursing schedules and bedtime routines, that I can still be tired even after 8 hours of sleep and sometimes getting in bed at 9:30 feels like the right thing to do.
I’m in a funk and I can’t pinpoint the reason.Where Am I?
I’m sorting and thinking and feeling. When I figure it all out, I’ll let you know. Until then, I’m getting my hair cut today and that is ALWAYS a step in the right direction.