What the....?

I've been having a strange out-of-body experience lately. Or maybe it's more like an intense in-body experience. That's probably a lot more accurate.

I've never suffered from depression, even after I had my kids, which I am extremely happy about. I always said that I was way too busy to have a nervous breakdown or lie in bed for days on end, much as I would love to (not that anyone who suffers from depression wants to do any of that, just so we're clear on that point). But now that I'm feeling better, I think I was probably in somewhat of a depressed state for many of the last, oh, 19 years or so. Nothing too severe, but enough to dull a lot of what was going on around me, which honestly wasn't such a bad thing sometimes.

It was inevitable that I would eventually reawaken and take a good look around, and frankly, I'm a little shocked at what I see! Whose house is this? Since when do I like oak? Why is there wallpaper anywhere, let alone in my kitchen? Whose clothes are these? OMG! Whose thighs are those? You get the picture.

Focus, deep breaths, visualize happy times at the beach... I can accept that this is what my life looks like at this time. Yes, I did choose an impractical, tiny house--I can live with that. At least the antiques are quarter-sawn oak--they can stay. Wallpaper is awful, but I'm pretty good at stripping it off and will be more than happy to do it again. Accessories can do wonders for a T-shirt and jeans ensemble. Right, about those thighs... This is indeed your body, and it is still alive in spite of your gross negligence. Not to worry! That's why you walk and should probably start running stairs right after you finish this post. For every problem, there is a solution. I'm pretty sure that's a law of physics or something.

Hope my lights don't keep you up too late, Sue. I've got a bit of catching up to do.