All weekend I was consumed with the question of "why am I here?"
I see no purpose in and have no control over my job or my home or my relationships. I feel totally adrift in the sea and find no joy in anything having to do with home or job or basic Tucson existence. I know I need to get over this, but am not doing a very good job. It's like post-partum depression after leaving the wonderful week with the babies in Ohio.
This morning I decided I would redouble my efforts to smile and speak to strangers—maybe I could make their day a little brighter in the midst of my gloom. And I'm going to get serious about Weight Watchers again. At least that's something I can control!
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