So I really want to wallow in self-pity today, but I’m not going to do it. I’m back in LA after a trip to Michigan, and now I’m experiencing some sort of post travel hangover.
You know, the kind that makes you want to get in the car again?
To go somewhere. Anywhere. Just so you don’t have to be in your own home facing your life again.
Because I kind of resemble a responsible adult, I’m not allowing myself to do that any more than I’m going to be all gloomy today.
See, my mother’s siblings and I went back to Michigan to celebrate my grandmother’s 86th birthday last week. While it was wonderful to be with my family, my grandfather passed away the day before her birthday two years ago, so the annual trip is always a bit bittersweet. I’ve allowed myself some time to be sad — and to celebrate with my family — and now it’s time to get back to business. This means blogging, setting calls, dusting around the TV, and other sorts of tedious activities. Well, not that blogging is totally tedious. I quite like it, actually.
I just find it hard to be all perky and witty when I’m not feeling it, but I guess life is about doing things even when you’re not feeling it sometimes. It’s about swinging at another pitch when your arms are aching. Getting out of bed when your heart is breaking. Walking another mile when your blisters burst two miles back. It’s about not giving up.
And sometimes, when you aren’t sure you can stand it another moment, someone else gives you the motivation.
So, I’m going to be an adult today.
Hell, I might even dust.