Oh man, you guys. I don't know what it is about today, but it is just dragging. I feel like I'm trying to pull myself through a pool of quicksand with 20 pound weights attached to each leg. Does that even make sense? Everything we've been waiting for is so close (closer than it's ever been, obviously) and yet I don't know how I'm going to make it through the next couple of months. I'm ready to just quit and move on, although the consequences would be too great to do so. Don't you hate having that feeling of being stuck?
I'm sure it doesn't help that I'm emotionally PMSing more than normal (too much information?) and I'm just in a general funk. I know this will all be better soon, but at the moment I'm just feeling overwhelmed and stressed (even my dreams are stressful!). Actually, overwhelmed and stressed doesn't really fit the bill...I feel bogged down. Stuck. Gray. Gloomy. Okay now I'm just taking cues from the sky. Suffice to say, I know the sunshine is just around the corner, but I can't seem to make that fact lift my mood.
Sooooo I really didn't mean for this to turn into a self-pitying bitch session. My apologies. Everything will turn out just fine, I just want it to get here before I lose my mind. :-)