Yup, alone. You would think as outgoing and extroverted – how nice, friendly and warm I am, I would have tons of options of what to do on the big day….what to do? What to do?
I’ve spent the last year coming out of my shell. Match.com resulted in many dates that I wouldn’t trade for the world! OK, that was a full out lie. If anything, it’s been an exercise in putting a toe outside of my comfort zone. Taking a break from the dating world at the moment.
My family? We are spreading out all over the country but our love is not. That however, does not make me enjoy my mouth watering Marie Calandar’s turkey pot pie any more.
For whatever reason, this Turkey day seems to be jumping up and down reminding me that I am all alone here. For whatever reason it makes me even more determined to not let the Turkey (depression) get me down.
For the last few months, I have been in and out of a funk. Last week, oh so refreshingly, I was all bark and all bite. A big shout out goes to my employees who don’t deserve to be on the receiving end of my mercurial moods but curiously continue to show up day after day!
I was angry, frustrated and really, really annoyed. Scratch that. I was furious, frustrated and really, really annoyed.
Eventually, as the days wore on, that familiar feeling of being thoroughly overwhelmed washed over me. If you were within 50 miles, you would have heard the “whoosh”ing noise my mood made as it plummeted. I stood by helplessly as I went from really angry to really depressed.
Depression gets around. It holds hands with “What’s the point?” and it’s in bed with “It’s hopeless.”