It's funny how life takes over. I haven't written anything in quite awhile. I started to write directly after Christmas but couldn't figure out how to log in from my new Kindle, so I gave up. I am seriously challenged right now. I lack motivation and enthusiasm. I have been questioning my decision making abilities at my job, in my home, well in my life in general. Maybe I'm depressed? I'm not particularly sad but definitely in a funk. I was recently re-telling a previous "funk" in my life and it was pretty much at the exact time of year. Hmmm-maybe I'm on to something. The previous "funk" I am speaking of is the first one that I really remember. I was 19. Oh if I could have a do over, the things I would change. REGRET. It's a concept I cling to. I shouldn't, I know. BUT how do you not regret?
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| NO regret in these pictures. |
regret (n)- sorrow aroused by circumstances beyond one's control or power to repair (Merriam-Webster Free Dictionary)
regret- is a negative conscious and emotional reaction to personal past acts and behaviours (Wikipedia)
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| Maybe I just need some Summer |
I guess the true definition is in there somewhere. The part that strikes me the most is "a negative conscious" part of the second definition. It's probably not worth the brain power I am wasting. Anyway, maybe its the weather or my hormone challenged body causing this funk. I am in the- lay in bed with a book and cup of tea mood-not a good one, mood I mean. I probably should not have watched Jane Eyre. That is going to be my excuse. It has been my favorite book forever though. I fell in love with it in high school. Curse you Bronte. It is such a depressing story and not a novel idea. Watching the movie I realized I didn't really even remember the story that well. It must be approaching 20 years since I read it last. I just pulled my copy off of the shelf. It was given to me by my two favorite teachers in high school at Tome. I received it as the Upper School Literature award in June 1992. The inscription reads "With appreciation and respect!" and is signed by the teachers. I can't recall opening the book is recent history. The inscription made me smile, which feels nice.
