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There wasn't really anything that set me off--it was just a general "woe, is me" pity party. So after dealing with that Sunday and then flying off for a work trip for the rest of the week, I was suffering from a major case of the blahs. I tend think this time of year is tough for everyone--and the fact that spring is taking its sweet time getting here isn't helping. I strongly believe that warmer temps will do wonders for my soul...and mental health.
That's all I have on this festive St. Patricks Day. Happy Monday. I'll be back with some lighthearted banter tomorrow.
I said the exact same thing to my Soul guru (ahem, instructor) yesterday -- I think I'll be happier when it's sunnier and nicer out. I'm tired of gray. I've never been a Season Affective person but this year was brutal for some reason.
ReplyDeleteI also love that your mom was like "yup. it's time."
Chin up girl, spring is officially here on Friday :) xx
And this weekend -- a run or two outside in Maine, some oysters, lots of wine, and toasting the official/lunar arrival of spring...here's to springing ahead and away from winter!
ReplyDeleteFunks are the worst. I get them every once in awhile. In fact, I may have had a small breakdown this weekend. The good thing is we know they don't last long and there us always light at the end of the tunnel.
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