Whine and Cheese

What’ll it be? A nice hunk of cheese to accompany my latest whine, or a fat pitcher of milk to satisfy my cattiness? Yuk. It’s one of those days when it is so much easier to find fault with the world (and its inhabitants) than to actually figure out what the heck is grumping me out, and deal with it. I’m realizing that being away from home feels good in part because it allows me to shift my focus to lighter, touristy things, rather than the drone of the daily or the list of to-do’s. Or worse, the cruddy baggage I am metaphorically dragging around. No, I’d much rather plan my next escape and imagine packing my literal bags instead. I’m sure I’m not alone in this.
So, what is there to do about it? I’m well aware that whenever I’m in a finger-pointing space, the real truth is all those other fingers pointing right back at me. But even that awareness doesn’t make it better. Or clearer.
Maybe a list of some real feelings would help.
Sad

Disappointed

Uncertain

Envious

Restless

Yearning

There. That wasn’t so bad. Those feelings seem relatively human, and not at all out of line. I’m missing some of those feel-good feelings, though. The balance is definitely off. Time to start that project I’ve been putting off. It’s time to think about what I want to do. Could be fun, right? Care to join me?