Fragile

It appears that I'm feeling more fragile than I thought. Life started well yesterday but a number of hiccups and frustrations in work left me depressed, sad and bothered by the end of the day.

It's silly to let the little things get to you like that. I'm silly to let the little things get to me like that. Overall, I'm doing so very well. I love my boy so very much, we live in a frankly fantastic house due to his work, so I suppose it is that old rule applying, that where everything else is great the one that remains should be, well, not so great.

When my boy finally came home from work and found me napping on couch, his tenderness and obvious concern tipped me over the edge into a sobfest that I haven't seen since last winter when I had work, long distance and I'm convinced a severe case of SAD to contend with.

Life feels better today. The sun is out again. I have made a list of proactive things to do for work. I refuse to let work spoil my perfect year. I will prevail and this too shall pass.

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