If you’ve been following me for a while, you might remember that I’ve got a problem with clinical depression. I’ve been going through lots of ups and downs in recent months. When I’m going through a depression, even a mild one, morning is my most challenging time of day. I give myself pep talks and keep myself busy. Sometimes that works. Other times (like this past Saturday), I have breakfast and go back to bed. But that’s an improvement over years past. Before San Geraldo, I wouldn’t even bother with breakfast.
DON’T LOOK UNDER THE BED; THERE ARE SKELETONS IN THE CLOSET.
(CLICK TO ENLARGE ON THE IRONY.)
Late afternoons are fine, unless I’m in a rock-bottom depression, which I’m not. Right now, at this very moment, I’m fine. Better than fine. Right now, I’m great. But it’s already nearly 9:30 p.m. I obviously need to find ways to give the brain chemistry a jump-start first thing in the morning. Like everyone, I’ve lived a life filled with challenges. But, I’ve been very fortunate and many will say I should be grateful for all I have. I am grateful. But still…
|I KNOW EXACTLY HOW HE FEELS.|
I took a walk yesterday to the Fuengirola history museum. I couldn’t find the entrance. When I did, I learned the museum was closed for the day. So, I crossed the street and strolled the zoo. It didn’t really help, especially when I found one of my “friends” in the same sort of funk.
|YES. THIS IS WHAT I HAVE TO COMPLAIN ABOUT.|
Today, the sun was shining and there was only the slightest breeze. I went to the beach in the afternoon. By the time I got downstairs, the wind had picked up and with it came the clouds. Lots of clouds. But then I did a dance to get my towel down in the wind and get myself on top of it and I found it funny. Clearly, I’m coming out of my funk. So, more explorations and more stories to come.
Tellingly, “Richard Cory” was one of my favorite poems (and then songs) when I was a kid.