I feel like I have so much to complain about these days, which is an interesting feeling when I simultaneously feel like I have so much to be thankful for. And by interesting I mean conflicting and confusing. Also, stupid.

I’m not going to get into the dirty details here (although the venting session in itself would probably help me feel better, albeit temporarily), but suffice it to say… I’m tired. Tired.

I feel stuck. I feel down. I feel like nothing I do is ever enough. I feel like I’m drowning. And I’m tired of these feelings.

I know I have a million people I can talk to, but mostly I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t want to talk on the phone. I don’t want to compose long messages (emails, Facebook messages, whatever). I don’t have the energy for it.

I prefer in-person interaction. I yearn for it, actually. I’ve found that my worst days are those with the least amount of interaction with other people. My best days are those I spend the least amount of time at home.

This post has officially lost its focus. Or maybe it never had focus to begin with. Maybe that’s my problem, too. Maybe I don’t have focus. Maybe I’m spread too thin. Or maybe I have no idea what I’m talking about.

Yeah, probably that last part.

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  • I recently discovered Amy’s blog at Rainy Saturday via… I don’t remember who. (Sorry!) I love what she has going on, but was a little shocked when I read her about page: Um, our husbands have the same name, our sons names start with the same letter and were born in the same month/year. Anyway, go check her out if you haven’t already.
  • Now that there’s an app for Android, my love affair with Pinterest has been rekindled.
  • I wish I knew about Webstagram a long time ago.
  • I love Brandy. She is both funny and a smart, incredible woman/teacher.

What cool shit have you found online lately?

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