What a difference a week makes

I’ve always tried to remain positive during times of despair by telling myself that whatever problem I’m experiencing probably won’t be as important in a week or two. That reasoning has proven itself to be true over and over.

As I left my new workplace last Friday afternoon, I was so depressed and tired that I couldn’t hold back the tears. I was still uncertain that I had made the right decision, I felt useless and worthless at my new job, and I was exhausted from trying to get my bearings in new surroundings. I sobbed all the way home.

I slept in late on Saturday morning, got out of bed and basically did nothing all day before going back to bed at 4:30 in the afternoon. I didn’t get up until it was time to get ready for church the next morning. I could feel depression digging its claws into me.

By Sunday evening – after getting a pep talk from my pastor and seeing a great movie – I had decided that I was going to make the best of my current situation and that I would no longer be looking back or second-guessing myself. That was a turning point.

One week later, I’m still exhausted but my mood is much better. I had a fantastic and enjoyable week at work, I’m starting to feel like a contributing and valuable member of the team, and I am excited about the future.

And… I didn’t cry like a baby on the way home from work.

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Yeeehaw! What a great way to end a week!


Yay for not crying. I can only hope I’m as strong next week. (BTW, that has been changed to Thursday, rather than the following Tuesday)


My dad always says, “this too shall pass,” and I’ve been hoping that it would prove true for you. :)


Something I learned from the Buddhists is that everything changes and everything deserves compassion. Put those two together in regard to feelings, and what do you have but a kind heart toward each feeling, no matter how ugly or unwanted, and the knowledge that whatever it is, it won’t be permanent. That’s gotten me through hell.

Americans don’t like feelings, except the Superbowl kind. I so envy the more passionate cultures, where wailing in the street is not perceived as a failing but is seen as evidence of a person’s humanity. As tech-savvy as we are as a nation, I’d say we’re still fairly primitive in the emotions department.

SOOOO glad you feel more like your usual self. Making changes is not easy, not ever.


Thanks, guys!! :)

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