Last week was one sucky week, blog readers."Sucky," by the way, should be recognized as a real word if it's not already.
I felt especially low and hit a rather dramatic breaking point come Saturday when I woke up feeling pretty sick and felt the cold, cruel fingertips of reality reaching out for me. Determined to escape them, I camped out on my bed with laptop and snacks til 4pm.
Sadly, you cannot exist in a single room forever. Reality got me by the throat and it was a battle.
I am heavy. And not just that; I am miserable. I am not healthy and were that alone not enough to stress me out, other aspects of my life are not in top shape either. I was up until 3am weighing a wide variety of options (my favorite was running away to Canada and marrying a dashing mountie).
I also considered moving back to my parents' house. No joke -- I even discussed it with them today.
Luckily, my parents and brother realized the value of my independence and with their honesty and support looking me dead in the eyes, I also realized... Giving up my apartment and, basically, my life, was escaping and not really a solution.
My brother and I spent some of the afternoon together talking and making lists and coming up with ideas. I got on the phone with my parents and they had some input.
I have some thinking and planning to do. I assure you that tomorrow or shortly after, I will have the outcome for you. Stay tuned.
