I’ve been having a hard time leaving the house.  It doesn’t help that Kiddo #1 is sick.  I’m probably the other mother in the world praying for a case of swine flu so that I can legitimately miss work for a solid week without a cloud of guilt hanging over my head.  So, I woke up this morning, did a joyful dance to the Sick God when Kiddo #1 coughed and rolled over in his bed, and headed downstairs for a cup of coffee.

That was when I realized that, without Awful Job, I really didn’t have much purpose in the day.  The house is clean, laundry caught up, and all is quiet.  Now what?  That’s when I realized that I’m battling a seasonal change depression…could it be the seasons of life or seasons of the year?  I’m not certain.  But I do know that, in order to survive, I must find a purpose.  I’m not certain where to look for it.  It’s not hiding in my closet…which needs to be sorted.  It’s not in my cabinets…which need a good cleaning.  My normal passion, horses and books…not much there right now in the way of an interest.  At least not for today.

So, in order to embrace this new day, I will be searching for my purpose.  Whatever it is and wherever it lies, I will find it.  That is my advice to survive…

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