It might be time to break out the happy lamp.
My beloved bipolar husband has been having a hard time sleeping lately. He says he's depressed. Poor guy.
I'm concentrating hard on getting into copywriting and finishing my second novella at the moment.
My blog has fallen through the cracks.
I'd love to work on healthy eating and exercise next. As soon as I finish my novella and get my first copywriting gig, I'll move my priorities.
It's amazing how much my mood affects my husband.
I try my best to be a pleasant person who brings the much needed happiness to those around me, but I feel like the real me is a very gloomy, sad and grumpy bear.
It's hard because he knows me too well. He reacts to the feelings I'm truly having.
Yesterday, my coworker, who is 19 years younger than me, was complaining to my boss about some drama in the workplace.
"And then there's sweet little Breezy." She said for both of us. "Who never has any drama."
I felt quite happy about that. However, with my husband I can't "fake it til you make it." I have to rearrange myself.
If I'm feeling negative, I have to look at the emotion I'm having, validate its existence, and then move past it so I can think of how to apply logic to the problem.
It's really hard, I do admit. It's so nice to be able to do that though.