I just went for a run to Astoria Park and I got at least 3 grins, a thumbs up, and a wave, and on the way back I ran into Carrie on her way to the park too. And suddenly I feel like myself again. Which is kind of amazing, since I haven't felt like myself in at least two months- and had I known it only takes short-sleeve weather and a quick conversation on the sidewalk, I would have stayed in hibernation until today and saved everyone the trouble of trying to figure out what's been wrong with me.
I think I must have had the worst case of Seasonal Affective Disorder ever, which, hello, duh. Every year since I can remember I have been depressed at some point during the winter, for little or no particular reason, even when I lived in NC, but I guess it just hasn't made me feel like a completely crazy person this long until now. And during school at least I had a reasons to be depressed and stressed and crazy-acting. But now, not so much... I am actually a very lucky person and it is high time I quit wanting to cry over anything that slightly bothers me, like traffic and mean people at the post office. Because that is just dumb.
Today it was finally beautiful weather on my day off, and suddenly, my faith in God and New York City has been restored.
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