My mind is in 20 different places at the moment. Lots of babble at work... Planning for the Labor day weekend and my Seattle trip in October... Straightening my house, bills and dealing with my everyday "stuff". Today was one of the first days in a really long time that I have felt good - even if the sun is shining - and happy that things are going smoothly. It's just this damn seasonal depression. I know that everyone thinks it is just so weird that I get depressed in the summer time... but I really do. I have lived my whole life, minus the stint in craplando, in a place that has beachy weather 90% of the year. I can't even remember the last time it rained properly. The only good side to these days is the mornings tend to be foggy along the coast. My place is situated in the mountains between the beach and the rest of the city... During the night, a thick fog will roll in from the ocean and stay usually until 9am if I'm lucky. Now it's perfectly sunny with a slight breeze. Blah. Still... I shouldn't complain. I'm tremendously lucky. I should remember that. Even if it is "beautiful" outside.
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