Do you ever feel that way? Just blah? I can't really describe it much better than that. It's that plugging along bit of life that just really gets to you sometimes, you know? At times I feel like I'm trudging through this mud pit from which one just can't escape. Then sometimes you feel a little lighter and think maybe you're coming out of the mud, then you look back and find you've left your shoe behind you back in the quagmire somewhere. Is there a grassy meadow ahead? Perhaps I'm just tired; perhaps I'm just up way too late--perhaps I just need a slobbery kiss from one of my nieces or nephews and hugs from my brothers and sister? Anyhoo, just felt I needed to make my presence known again in blogging land. Still here, feeling blah, but still here. In any case, I will trudge on, nay, I will triumph!
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I wish I could give you a hug! The kids would be obliging too, I am sure. We miss you so much. Jared asks me all the time when we can go back to San Diego and visit aunt Megan. I wish we could just come whenever we wanted! And...I know there is a grassy meadow ahead...there always is. You just might not be able to see it yet! I love you.
You need to play with family! I considered getting in the car this week and driving to UT, but I'm afraid I'll fall asleep at the wheel. James is working late for the next two weeks--that's my blah right now...and my grr.
So since I preach about perspective perhaps I should get some. I met a young man today that just lost his right arm after a work accident, is facing months of healing and rehab, and who's wife is due to have their first child any day now. And I'm feeling blah? I would thus like to strike all complaint from the record! (That is until I forget this sort of perspective and have a pity-party again.)
Man, you meet so many interesting people on your job. I feel blah sometimes too...love ya.
I understand. However I do not feel blah right now I'm frustrated because I broke my arm, my right arm no less. It has taken me 10 minutes to typed this message!I would take blah for frustrated right at the moment however neither are really desirable. I love you. Feel better
I had a roommate who called them the "duhs." He had the duhs for a week once. He gelled his hair straight up and didn't comb it again or change his clothes all week. I don't think he even talked to anyone all week. He just followed us around. The good news is that the blahs and the duhs are only temporary. I'm having a blah year at school. A whole year. I bought a motorcycle to get out of the blahs. It helped.
I felt blah just reccently. I made myself write daily, then weekly, then monthly goals out and taped them to my wall for me to see when I wake up. I hadn't done that in a looooong time and it felt good.
yah dude.
Oh Megan, I love your honesty and perspective. You know that if I was near you then I would sympathize since I often suffer from the blahs- despite the near fact that everyone around me is worse off. But, we could get out of the blahs together-- all it takes is Tortilla Chips and a good run! Love ya so much!
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