I’m not sure what to write about today. It was a rather ordinary day. I watched the grandson, it rained off and on, and so we mostly watched movies. Thankfully the 20-year-old took the grandson for a little while so I could take a nap.
No conflicts today.
I am looking forward to the weekend. Well at least parts of it. The part about staying at my mother-in-laws, not so much. Seeing the husband, very much. having a visit with an old school mate, very much.
The problem I have with looking forward to things is that when I do I almost always get disappointed. I am tired of disappointments.
I never really thought I was such a negative person. I hope that it is a result of my depression and will fade as the depression gets better. The thing is that I am not all that depressed right now. I mean I don’t have nearly as many depressed days as I did several months ago.
So my question becomes, is the negativity a result of the depression, or is the depression a result of the negativity? Or does it really even matter?
So I have positive things happening this weekend. Why can’t I simply be positive about them?