Maybe it will all be better in the morning.

I know that everyone has those days. Those days where nothing necessarily goes wrong but somehow you  just seem to be in a "funk". Well, I've felt this "funk" coming on for several days now and it has finally ended with a kleenex-full of of tears and me completely pyscho-analyzing myself and what in the world has gone wrong. Dear Lord there are so many people that have so many more problems...I do not deserve sympathy. But I can't help it...and maybe if I can cry it out, it will all be better in the morning. So...I have a few theories as to why I'm swimming in confusion. Maybe by saying them aloud, I can get them to go away and jump-start my motivation. : )

First of all, I took some vacation time that consisted of more than 24 hours. I rarely do this. And when I do, I usually go into some sort of cardiac arrest. (J/K-but it may as well be true...) My blackberry and I are attached to each other like white on rice. Real estate statistics, construction stats and schedules, website stats, emails and traffic reports are like a drug for me. Now I will admit that every day I was on "vacation" I spent at least an hour checking emails, answering calls and doing other items just to keep the wheels rolling as they should. Quite frankly, if I hadn't of been able to do this, you probably would have seen a nervous breakdown in the middle of Charleston County Water Parks. I think this would have really scared some small children.

Second, because I was on vacation and needed something to do, I decided to start in on a new book. Eat. Love. Pray. was what I selected. Wrong book for a 31 year old, single, childless, work-a-holic female that has bouts of "who the heck am I and what the heck am I doing". I am not sure as to whether I should put this book away or if I should continue on with it. I sure did enjoy the 50 Shades of Grey trilogy a ton more!!! Not a lot of thinking and soul-searching involved but a decent little plot. (Though I will NEVER understand how Anastasia could have such perfectly manicured body hair at all times when she refused to wax?!?!)

Thirdly, I have realized that so many of the things that I enjoyed doing when I was younger have become lost with time. I must start doing them again. I need to start working out again. Not "hard-core" (I have quite the obsessive personality) but I need to just do a little to feel better about myself. I used to love to refinish furniture. I haven't done it in years. I kill pretty much every flower I plant, but I actually really love to plant them. I need to do that. I love taking Molly to the dog park. It's a hike and it's hot...but I should take her on a cooler day. I love being ON the water in a boat. I haven't done that in so long. I love putting Molly on a basket on a bicycle and riding it. I need to get a new one and venture out. I live in one of the most beautiful places anywhere. I need to get out there and explore.

In conclusion, I think I have become a bit regimented and bored. Because my life is usually so consumed by work, when I have a tiny bit of time to myself, I don't think I know what to do with myself. So, I shall work on this. And maybe I will wallow in my self-pity for a little bit, but then I'm sure I'll find a wonderful project to get started on....and then a "crisis" will begin at work and boredom will be nothing more than a fleeting thought... : )