Some days like this are delightful, snuggle in with a cup of tea and read days. Not this day. This is a gloomy, maybe life will have meaning again someday day. Here's a picture of it outside.
It's cold and wet and no amout of mental getting a grip seems to be doing the trick.
Still, there are hopeful signs. I am getting laundry done, which means I'm not immobilized.
And I'm blogging, which means I'm not withdrawn.
Maybe lonely, bored and without much to look forward to is the issue. Yesterday I learned that the church is having a children's choir for Easter, so I won't have a choir project to do.
I guess I was hoping.
Yet there are seeds to plant starting this week and see how we do raising them in the new greenhouse this spring. How can that feel gloomy? It manages to today, but probably tomorrow everything will look better, more interesting and brighter.
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I am sorry you feel that way. I hate those blah days.
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