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walbournI've been in a bit of a glum mood the past few days, but for no particular reason. The weather has turned cold the past month or so to the point that my house is always in the 50s when I get home and it's getting dark around 4pm. I often feel sad Sunday evenings because I associate it with the end of another week, and the sense of time passing by gets me down. The month of December is the same way for the year.
I can't really complain about anything. I have a well-paying generally fun job. I have a great house. I have plenty of money and time to do what I wish. I have some good things to look forward to in the coming month including a trip back to Texas, and I'm certainly in a much less lonely place than I was say five years ago when I first moved to Seattle and Andrea dumped me. Still, the shape of my life feels set and unchanged for long stretches of time.
Don't know what to do about it, but it starts with recognizing the feeling.
I can't really complain about anything. I have a well-paying generally fun job. I have a great house. I have plenty of money and time to do what I wish. I have some good things to look forward to in the coming month including a trip back to Texas, and I'm certainly in a much less lonely place than I was say five years ago when I first moved to Seattle and Andrea dumped me. Still, the shape of my life feels set and unchanged for long stretches of time.
Don't know what to do about it, but it starts with recognizing the feeling.
