I might have been depressed.  Or leaning that way.  I was having a rough go of it for awhile.  “It” being just about everything.  Work was stressful, and I was traveling a bunch.  Good, quality sleep was fleeting. 


I then quit the things I enjoyed doing – running, crafting, photo-taking – and stuck my ass on the couch.  That is all I wanted to do – sit on the couch and do nothing.


For days. 


I was going through the motions, and not well at that.  I recognized my behavior too; that’s hard for me to understand.  That I knew I was acting this way, and yet didn’t do anything to change.  I remember sitting on the couch, telling JJ that I didn’t want to do anything.  And then crying about it. 


Pulling myself out of this mood started on Saturday with the Flirty Skirt class.  And lunch with my friends.  And dancing in my backyard with my little guy.  Continued into Sunday where I started work on my project for the solids swap.


Trying to maintain momentum out of my funk, I went running the other night.  After Miles was in bed.  After dinner.  It was dusk – breezy and gorgeous.  Sleep came easy.  And I feel amazingly better today.