Yes, that crazy little friend of mine that lives in my head is back at it again.
Maybe it's the busy-ness of leaving a great job and a home where I've been for 15 years and moving across the country for a new job and tons of unknowns. Maybe it's the fact that I missed too many doses of my favorite little happy pill. Maybe it's all these anonymous comments I've been getting. Maybe it's that my bestest friend in the whole wide world keeps going on vacation and I'm moving away in a couple of weeks and I miss her. Maybe it's because Softie is now the one grieving the loss of his father who passed away yesterday evening. Maybe it's that my mom fell and is broken, but more than that. Maybe it's because we don't know why she fell in the first place. Maybe it's because something miraculous happened in our bank account and I don't have to worry about the big transitional stuff anymore.
I don't know. It could really be any of that. Or all of that. Or just one of them. Or maybe it's some crazy combination of some of that! Or all of it!