I've been feeling a little sad a lot recently.
Nothing major, just a sense of not feeling particularly happy.
There are so many lovely things in my life; Matthew, friends, kittehs. I'm just feeling out of sorts and prickly and blue and overwhelmed and underwhelmed all at the same time.
Mainly, I feel terrible for feeling sad.
I'm so lucky in so many ways, to be sad feels like I'm being greedy, selfish, indulgent.
Is that crazy?
Probably, and no doubt some reading this will be thinking #crymeariver about your #firstworldproblems, Claire. But problems they are.
I feel creaky and cranky and headachey. Most of the time. I'm working my tail off but end most days feeling like I'm letting people down. I feel lonely so often it's becoming a default. I long for some time to catch up with my friends but all to often work and extra Junior League stuff are combining to mean that my waking hours are full to the brim. I feel like I'm trapped in a loop of being in a funk, and not the fun, musical kind.
I'll be fine, no doubt, but I'm feeling like some big changes need to happen. I feel like I need to make a pro/con list about a few things, because I'm tired of feeling like Eeyore.
I want my Tigger-ness back. Heck, I'll even settle for Winnie-the-Pooh.
So that's me. Fine. But a little sad. And a little bit lost just now.