Looking back at a couple of last week's posts, on politics and the economy, I was a bit of a Debbie-Downer. I was feeling a lot off for a few days, it has been a shitty year in some ways, and it all gets too me sometimes. I am pretty good at faking that everything is okay, until my ability to believe my own delusions reaches its limit. The office keeps reminding us to take care of our physical and mental health. I am fortunate that I seldom get down, and I have never been in the dark hole of clinical depression, but there are times when I have to take steps to move myself to a happier place.
For me, an important part of that process, is admitting to myself that I am feeling off, and sharing with at least one other person that I am feeling low. I am often able to identify what is bothering me. This year, isolation, a loser that refuses to admit he lost, people that are sick and dying from COVID, recognizing racism is still a problem, not being able to travel - you know the same thing that is driving a lot of us to the edge. A good laugh helps me, I spent a couple of hours watching the Graham Norton show on YouTube one evening. Cooking and baking helps, I just pulled a cranberry walnut tart out of the oven. My blogging buddies help.
Unfortunately for my dear readers, blogging goes on no matter how I feel. I have only missed one day in six years. I can only post so far ahead when I am feeling strong, so you get a few when I am not.
What do I want for Christmas, to see the door hit Trump and 2020 in the ass on the way out of the door.