We had a wonderful time this past weekend: It was our wedding anniversary (six years), and the in-laws were kind enough to take the kids for a few hours so we could celebrate on Sunday. We headed to the Hard Rock Casino near Tampa and then went out to for an awesome, carb-filled Italian dinner and drinks. Just the two of us, and I really enjoyed myself. It was all-in-all a perfect weekend, despite the fact we didn’t win big at the casino.
So I’m having a hard time comprehending why, come Monday evening after riding high on the ‘perfect weekend’ vibes all day at work, I found myself in such a funk. A funk that has overpowered everything that I’ve done the last few days, including my writing and being around other people. Was it a bad case of the Monday Blues, i.e. having to go back to the grind of regularly scheduled work and activities, that brought me down? It felt as though someone was letting the air slowly out of my balloon, and all too soon I was back down to the Earth, but instead of landing on solid ground and gaining my feet, I am being sucked down into quick sand. There’s an inner turmoil that has no business being there, and the cause is one I haven’t been able to pinpoint exactly.
I think I’ve posted on MyFaceTwit maybe once or twice of the last few days, and it wasn’t until last night that I wrote something, but that was only after I had to force myself to do it. It was the closest I’ve gotten so far to ditching the entire project – an action that I know would only make matters worse and turn this ‘funk’ into a deep depression.
One thing I considered was the fact that it has been raining nonstop here in Florida for the last three days with more to come, but a break from the sweltering heat and humidity usually pleases me as I love the rain. I have hope that in a day or so when nasty Yellow Face makes a reappearance, that my spirits will be lifted as well.
Until then, I’ll just have to cope, I suppose.