This past weekend was one of the best I’ve had in as long as I can remember. I felt light and excited and eager to try new things. It’s been awhile since that has happened.
I had plans most of the weekend – meeting up with Mr. T’s family on Friday; a haircut, trying a new burger place, and dinner/drinks in DC on Saturday; dropping off my unwanted stuff at Goodwill, shopping for an upcoming party I’m hosting and helping Mr. T put up a Christmas tree on Sunday.
It was really very nice.
I even tried to get into the Christmas spirit by checking out the National Christmas Tree downtown.
It was imperfectly shaped, but so am I, so I didn’t judge.
DC looked gorgeous in the glow of all the Christmas lights. It was cold out, but the air was still welcoming.
I went to bed last night feeling content, and no longer wrapped up in the unexplained sadness I’ve felt lately.
The weekend was exactly what I needed to calm me and and take the edge off all the bitterness I’ve been throwing out into the world.
I won’t lie and say that some of it hasn’t returned this morning, as it tends to do on Mondays, but overall I think I may have turned a corner.
I don’t like to keep talking about depression and stuff that is, well… depressing, but I feel passionately about making it as approachable a subject as possible.
The moral of the story: If you’re feeling blue try hanging out with someone else’s family, getting your hair did, boozing it up while stuffing your face with burgers and guacamole (I need to start doing restaurant reviews again…) and looking at misshapen Christmas trees. It will cheer you right up.
And if that doesn’t work, just believe that it always gets better somehow.
Even if it gets worse again.
Man, I really suck at being inspirational.