Well, another year past
It's amazing how depressed I feel about the new year. And the thing is, I'm not really sure why. It's not really a sadness, more of a persistant, tired blandness. And, yes, I have talked to my doctor.
2011 was an OK year for me. I have an active religious life again. I made new friends. I am paying down debt, slowly but surely. I feel loved, valued, useful.
I don't feel like making resolutions. I feel like sleeping for a year. I feel like I've climbed this huge mountain and there's no view for all the damn fog, and I just feel tired.
I suppose there's nothing wrong with needing a rest. I keep going through the motions of all the things that are important to me, because I realize the value of them, I realize the importance of tradition. I keep hanging on these ideas, celebrating what they used to mean to me, waiting for fresh revelation. After all, "they also serve who only stand and wait" for God's direction in their service.
I need to sleep.
2011 was an OK year for me. I have an active religious life again. I made new friends. I am paying down debt, slowly but surely. I feel loved, valued, useful.
I don't feel like making resolutions. I feel like sleeping for a year. I feel like I've climbed this huge mountain and there's no view for all the damn fog, and I just feel tired.
I suppose there's nothing wrong with needing a rest. I keep going through the motions of all the things that are important to me, because I realize the value of them, I realize the importance of tradition. I keep hanging on these ideas, celebrating what they used to mean to me, waiting for fresh revelation. After all, "they also serve who only stand and wait" for God's direction in their service.
I need to sleep.