Someone commented the other day that I seem sad. That my writing seems sad. They are not wrong, but I have noticed an interesting trend amoungst the blogger world. Lots of us are sad right now. It ranges from mildly sad to outright depressed. Which makes me think - if it's not just me, I wonder what the problem is?
I have been a little low lately. Work politics have been exhausting this month. Stress of home and Dad and the sale of his place and the care of the dogs and financial worries and all that are really weighing down on me. And yet, I'm not entirely sure that's it, really.
I'm worried about money (as always) because when you come from having just enough money and never enough at the same time - it is always a concern. I crave stability and yet cannot seem to provide it for myself. I'm worried about my house and the things I need (and want) to do with it, but have no knowledge of how to do anything. I worry about Dad and his place and his upcoming nuptials. I'm worried for my siblings and my dogs and my coworkers. It's funny that I have learned to separate myself from work issues, but not from personal issues.
But my plan is to ignore it for now. I will keep looking for humour amidst the dulldrome and just keep going until I'm all happy again.
Either that or I will just eat chips.