Folks - I have been in a major big time required medicating other than booze depression. Mostly, I think that it was just a case of I got my head stuck up my ass. But ya know something? When you get PMDD - AFTER the kid when you go BACK on the pill it really really sucks. I was either depressed or an evil evil bitch. Fun!!
But.
I have pulled myself together. My lovely girlie doctor and I have gotten things all sorted out. So while that part is in the back burner lets just make that job permanent (yay!) and heap the largest amount of work stress ever. Serve with a side of "areyoufuckingkiddingme?" childish antics in the work place and there you go. Oh and then I went and got Mono. At 35, for the second time. But! I think that I am kicking its' ass this time. Except for the hives. BOOOO! Hives really really suck.
So here is a list of things that have inspired me to get my head out of my ass:
1) Freya and her Dr. Seuss - nothing is cuter than the freshly bathed two year old carrying her book to me and opening it to the Whump part and informing me that: "Mama, wanna Whump". Well, keeping up with Freya in general, because she is so much fun now! With all the running and getting into shit and wanting to be outside. LOVE IT.
2) Perfecting my Strawberry Margarita.
3) Need mint. Need mint. Need mint. Tis getting to be julep and mojito time, yo.
4) Purging all the crap that I have been holding onto because, well I might need or want it when really all it is doing is keeping me back.
5) Finally (after almost 3 years) starting to get the inside of the house as nice as the outside.
6) My iPhone.
7) The 10 Cent Diet. (http://the10centdiet.blogspot.com/)
8) The colors white, orange, green and blue.
9) Liberty of London at Target. If I'm not careful my entire house will be covered in these fantastic prints.
10) Red velvet cupcakes.
11) And coming soon - my garden! There is some magic and shrub removal that must take place first, but soon I shall have pretty planters on my patio and some veggies...
12) And finally, there is an awesome yoga studio that opened not too far from the house, and she does Hot yoga! And she works with athletic types that may or may not have really hurt themselves playing soccer 15 years ago. Arthritic knee, anyone??
Interestingly, I have found that when I get into the type of funk/depression as I mentioned above, I create this monochromatic shell (think lots of black and white) and I know that I am starting to feel better when I want to look like a Kate Spade advertisement. Yet it is when I blend all my different personalities that I know the equilibrium has been restored. I have sorta of out grown wearing all black (and lets face it - I live in Atlanta it is hotter than the sun down here) and way extreme color can make me feel like I am trying too hard. So, when I remember who I am, when I resurface from the protective black cocoon, I realize that I am sunshine, I am a rainbow, and I am a rock. Also, a stubborn ass. That really needs a drink.