Almost football season. I love football. I hate that I can't play anymore. 51 year old women are not supposed to play football (tag, flag or otherwise) but I'd do it anyway if I were in better condition.
I'm somewhat depressed of late. Thankfully, it hasn't led to my feeling tempted to smoke. That isn't to say I don't have cravings. I do, at times. But they are neither strong enough to command my attention for long nor bothersome enough to think I'm in danger of losing my Quit.
I just can't figure out why, when a person tries so hard not to complain or be a "squeaky wheel", why it's that person that gets shunted aside. Why do you have to be a complainer to get results? Or a nag. I don't want to be either, but I guess that's what it takes.
Most people don't pay any attention to somebody else's concerns. If it doesn't affect a guy's daily life, he's just not...
...going to worry much about something he doesn't have to think about.
I'm not doing well working from home. I have lost all confidence in myself and am having a terribly difficult time getting a job to get myself back out and active with people again. When I am out with people I begin to fear they are merely tolerating me. I'm beginning to feel as though I'm caged, and yet only in my cage am I safe. If I don't get a job soon I am afraid that I will completely disappear.
My BL wants me to keep working from home.