wallowing.
Can we say roller-coaster day...?
Terrible morning/early afternoon depression (/self-pity), turned into thoughtful contentment by evening. Oddly, the very things I was doubting in the morning seemed to prove themselves as the day passed. I believe this wallowing is finished, at least for a while.
Oh, and things are not always what they seem...my perception is a little off lately, methinks.
I am no longer going to let my feet drag in the snow.
Where's the long-awaited initiative?
I'm twiddling my thumbs...