*Alternative title: Why being a grown up sucks.
I'm sure you noticed that about 90% of the time on this blog, it's all sunshine. Outfit posts, funny/bad dating experiences, my foray into decorating. The truth is, I sensor myself here. I sensor myself because I am afraid to share some things with the family and friends that I know are reading this. Why? Good question. Maybe because airing my frustrations and concerns is scary. It's documented. It's not like I told it to you in conversation and then can deny it later.
While my decision to move back to Chicago could not have been better, this past year has not been all roses and nights out with the ladies. There are large parts of it that suck.
At the beginning of the summer, I started to feel really off. I felt noncommittal about everything. Nothing made me feel excited anymore. I just felt blah all the time. I also was feeling increasingly frustrated with my friend situation in Chicago. Realizing that I cannot solely rely on a few select friends to keep me entertained (because they also have other things to do)... I started to feel really down. In a discussion I had with Brooke, I realized that maybe I am a bit depressed. I know myself enough to know when something isn't right... and something definitely isn't right.
This summer has helped a bit, getting out and doing things. But it's not back to normal.
I'm sure some of this has to do with just general life stress. And maybe addressing those stresses will help alleviate my issue... and maybe it won't.
I am taking steps to handle those stresses in my life and focus on things that will help take my life in the direction I want it to be going. And if that doesn't work, then I have my regularly scheduled doctor's appointment where I can talk with her about how I have been feeling. And figure out where to go from there.
