Saturday, January 31, 2009

Some Days...

Some days are better than others. Sure, everybody has them. Those days where everything goes wrong. But what about days when NOTHING goes wrong? Nothing went wrong today. And yet I still feel like I had a terrible day. I spent the day with my mother. No, that wasn't bad. I got a haircut (it looks great by the way), I had a date tonight. I canceled the date. I didn't feel like I could handle being out in public. I broke down in tears twice today. For no reason. No reason that I can figure anyway. I hate winter. This mood used to hit me right before Christmas. I used to hate the holidays. Now, I get hit at the end of January. STOP THE WORLD, I WANT TO GET OFF!!! This is how I feel right now. I can't point to any reason for WHY I should feel this way. All I wanted to do today was stay curled up in my pj's, in bed. I wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear. I still want to. So, I guess tonight is a pity party. Table for one. I just wish I knew how to get out of this funk.
So tomorrow I am making the shrimp pasta. As sad as it sounds, this is something I am really looking forward to. Yes, I really love this particular dish. Sometime during the week I plan on making sugar cookies with lavender icing. Flavor AND coloring. I hope they turn out. Because I do NOT have a recipe for this. This will be trial and error. Hopefully more trial than error.
Anybody out there have ideas for getting out of a funk? I could use some input.

--Little Bird hiding


Sharon said...

I prescribe *hugs*.

Daniel said...

Hi miss Avis, sad to hear that winter's got you down. I've never found a consistent way to beat that seasonal depression. Sometimes I do something that excites me and that I enjoy (DDR, or frisbee golfing). Sometimes I make myself be sociable when I'd otherwise not want to, and go out. Sometimes, drugs. (Not advocating this method but you asked, and salvia got me out of a severe depression a few months back.)

And sometimes it's just nice to know that there are people that are thinking of you, understand where you're coming from, and are pulling for you. Like this one. :)

Best wishes from Louisville,
Daniel (of Failblog)

coyote said...

I suppose that I could say something rotten to make your funk seem justified, but since it is a day later it I will hope that you've slept through it. :)

Little Bird said...

It's a little better today. It's not something I could sleep through, but I'd like to. I really would.

Christopher said...

I recommend two scoops of Christopher to begin with, and continue with the Christopher prescription whenever symptoms return. Christopher is safe in any amount with only a hint of danger for excitement purposes.

Side effects may include: Euphoria, a feeling of being warmly hugged, a pleasant soreness, and difficulty finding clothing.

Seriously, I hope that knowing that I'm thinking about you helps your funk a little bit. Honestly, sometimes I only go on failblog to see if you commented. And, the fails of course.

Get well soon.

Anonymous said...

My dog works for me. Do you have a pet?

Bod said...

I've never commented on your blog before (not being much of a cook). But I wanted to say that I know how you feel. Not much help perhaps.

Whenever I'm feeling like this I try to remember that it has happened before and I came out the other side.

Maybe that doesn't help either.

Stick with it, little bird.

Anonymous said...

Avis, unfortunately I do not have any great words of advice. Just wanted to let you know that I was very moved by what you wrote.

One thing I have learned for myself (not sure how much use this is for you) is how to feel. If you can still feel, then I guess you'll be all right.

Michiel (Aja on FB)