For the past few weeks, I have been experiencing a sort of prolonged, daily mild anxiety – an unfocused “something” that has, quite frankly, been wearing me down a bit (and, I am sure, makes it a bitch to be around me lately).

I’m not sure what it is all about.

But I feel restless…

I feel sorta’ “off-center.” And, increasingly, I just feel sad. And I do not understand why. Plus, I don’t really “do” sad…

lonely guy

A few weeks ago, I married the man of my dreams; this past week, we started the legal process for him to remain here with me forever. That makes me stupidly happy for sure.

To be honest, work has been – to put it mildly – a bit of a challenge lately but hey, I am living the dream, right? I own my own business and do what I love, every day. Who could ask for better?

My family is good, my friends are great. I am blessed.


So why in the h-e-double-toothpicks do I feel this weird uneasiness every day? I mean, what the Hell?

I have never been one to ask for help, or even seek it out when I instinctively felt I needed it. Who knows? Maybe I just need a little change of scenery, a few days “break from my life.” But that doesn’t make any sense to me – I pretty much love my life so, what gives? Is this an extended session of “the blue meanies?” For friends that know me well, I often joke that I am “bad at being sick” because I am blessed with good health. When I AM sick, I don’t know what to do… I guess the same scenario applies here – I am “bad at being blue” because I am normally a pretty happy-go-lucky guy. What to do, what to do…

Maybe I will go hug some cute baby kittens. That should make me happy, right?kittens

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