Vasodialating Optimism
So I just discovered the politics of Barack Obama.
I couldn't determine, at first, how exactly learning more about him had made me feel... still, the closest thing I can come up with is a Christmas cartoon. I feel like the grinch. I have this tiny, shriveled heart for politics. I used to care so much about what our country, and this country, and that country were up to, but like so many other people our age, I felt became disillusioned by politics and corruption and the war that I prefer not to care anymore. It's (still) all bullshit.
My heart grew three sizes this morning.
In other news...
Depressive funk is beginning to lift, as months-to-go counts down to THREE. THREE MONTHS LEFT IN THE U.S.! Three months left to see family, to hang out with friends, to figure out what to do with our stuff...
I've been seeing an amazing, truly amazing, doctor who has made me realize what a silly girl I am. I've met with three different psychologists over the last five years, and every one of them has told me the same thing: I'm not depressed, I'm not crazy, there's nothing really wrong. But Dr. Eyal is so awesome, and talking with her is really helping set things straight over in my tiny little corner of the world.
I went ice climbing this year again at Ice Fest in Munising. We had a blast and went snowshoeing, too, on Sunday. Adam had to stay home and do homework, and I realized that having a blast isn't as fun as having a blast with him along. It's been more than two years and I'd still rather do everything with him. He's my love. For Christmas, he hand-carved and stained a large wooden plaque with the United States on it. Now we have can start a personalized map of all the places we've been together.
Ironically, the plaque does not contain Ireland.
Love,
Anna
I couldn't determine, at first, how exactly learning more about him had made me feel... still, the closest thing I can come up with is a Christmas cartoon. I feel like the grinch. I have this tiny, shriveled heart for politics. I used to care so much about what our country, and this country, and that country were up to, but like so many other people our age, I felt became disillusioned by politics and corruption and the war that I prefer not to care anymore. It's (still) all bullshit.
My heart grew three sizes this morning.
In other news...
Depressive funk is beginning to lift, as months-to-go counts down to THREE. THREE MONTHS LEFT IN THE U.S.! Three months left to see family, to hang out with friends, to figure out what to do with our stuff...
I've been seeing an amazing, truly amazing, doctor who has made me realize what a silly girl I am. I've met with three different psychologists over the last five years, and every one of them has told me the same thing: I'm not depressed, I'm not crazy, there's nothing really wrong. But Dr. Eyal is so awesome, and talking with her is really helping set things straight over in my tiny little corner of the world.
I went ice climbing this year again at Ice Fest in Munising. We had a blast and went snowshoeing, too, on Sunday. Adam had to stay home and do homework, and I realized that having a blast isn't as fun as having a blast with him along. It's been more than two years and I'd still rather do everything with him. He's my love. For Christmas, he hand-carved and stained a large wooden plaque with the United States on it. Now we have can start a personalized map of all the places we've been together.
Ironically, the plaque does not contain Ireland.
Love,
Anna