Good grief. How many times have I used that expression? I am usually exasperated when I say that. Now, I look at it differently. I wish there were such a thing as good grief. I am completely surprised at the depression that has hit me since I returned from vacation. Vacations are supposed to revitalize a person, let them de-stress and hit the ground running. I wish my grandkids were here to keep me busy. So, this becomes one of those times I talk about, when a person has to reach out, connect, keep busy, focus on positive things, move forward. All I want to do is curl up and stay warm.
On a positive note, I have learned some perspective. Yesterday, I lost two memory cards from the camera’s we took on vacation. I had already downloaded all the pictures on the computer and printed what I wanted printed so really, nothing important or irreplaceable was lost. I was frustrated that I couldn’t figure out how I lost them, but I didn’t get upset. Too much ‘real’ loss this past year has given me the perspective of knowing what to get upset about – and the memory cards themselves are not something to get upset about. Time was however, it would have agitated me no end. So, growth.