Feeling Better

Well, I finally drug myself out of my funk. I had considered calling in sick and cancelling my plans and just laying on the couch with a blanket over my head all night, but then that drive to not let other people down got to me and so I packed the kids up, took them to grandma's, and then went to my writing group.

First off, by getting out I was driving and listening to music. I need to put a post it note that when I feel lost to get in the car and just drive because really, between driving fast and having the music up loud, that alone does wonders for my mood. Since I was in for some wheels and squeals therapy anyway, I took the "fun road" which is somewhat off the standard path, but a really great road to drive on. It has huge hills, and one twisty part with curves that are just a joy to maneuver. I would love to be able to close that road off and be able to drive it at whatever speeds I felt like instead of having to obey the speed limit and fear for other traffic. That road would be awesome at 70-90 miles an hour. I might not survive it, but it would be one hell of a ride!

Anyway, so I drove fast, sang loud, and then I was really feeling good again. I went to my writing group, a wonderful group of ladies, I love them. I read my new story, which I really enjoyed sharing. I also got chewed on to get busy with my editing, so I'll get on that. All in all, a wonderful night.

The problem that put me into a funk in the first place is still something I need to work out, but I think I'll get some space and see if I don't see the proper solution when I can get the right focus on it. I'm sure I'll figure it out sooner or later. In the meantime, the road is long and the beat is loud. Roll on.