As in properly walking home from work with tears in the eyes.
They always hit around this time of year.
The hours at school are as punishing as ever, and general busyness often leaves me sad and tired and a little fed up.
Which I know is silly, and entirely ridiculous given how blessed I am, and please don’t think I’m not grateful, but it happens.
Stir in feeling poorly and it’s quite the toxic mix.
So frustrations seem harder to bear, a cutting remark from a friend stings a little more, I feel overstretched and unloved and I generally feel a bit horrid. All those years of being the new girl mean the brave face is polished and ready to go, but it still feels rough.
Luckily, I have some wonderful friends (Nai and Eileen especially, thanks for this weekend – your chats really helped to buoy me back up!) and a stellar boyfriend (ankoos badger :-)) and now, despite the sniffles and sleepiness, I’m hoping that the greys have passed, and now I can focus on the serious stuff.
Less than six weeks until Christmas!