I don't know if I'm depressed, but I'm not feeling like myself today. I'm realizing that these feelings of malaise always come after I witness love -- and realize how much I stand in the way of my own. I went to a wedding yesterday. One of my coworkers said, "I do," to her longtime boyfriend. She's one of the cutest, most petite women I've ever known. I'd seen photos of him, but had never met him. He's definitely a cutie, but when I say he was larger than life, I mean that in every sense of the word. I was so shocked. I never would've put those two together, but they both looked super happy. Their joy was palatable. I was glad I got to witness it. There were several couples in attendance. Some looked evenly matched, some not. All seemed happy. Then there's me. My birthday is approaching next month and I'll celebrate 55 years around the sun. Glad to be alive, certainly, but can't for the life of me figure out how I became so unlo...
Sometimes a girl needs to get her thoughts on paper so she can see what's really going on.