I may never
Since my birthday I’ve been feeling fatalistic, plagued by a touch of depression. Nothing serious, kind of like a head cold, an emotional case of the sniffles.
I’ve been thinking, maybe I will never blog again.
I’ve been thinking, maybe I will never get to retire.
I’ve been thinking, there’s no way I will still be working in November.
They are all ridiculous, silly thoughts. It must be the 31-year-old blues.
What I am still very certain about is that I’m getting married in 7 weeks and that makes me smile.
First off, I can’t believe you’re getting married in only 7 weeks. Is time flying?
sometimes I think that thinking too much isn’t good for anyone. That’s why cats are so happy — they live in the now. It’s normal to view this time in your life with reflection, and get stuck in the future, the what ifs, the could be’s. I’m going through that now myself. I hope that you don’t stop blogging.
Comment by rosie — February 26, 2007 @ 11:25 am