New Stuff

Lately I've found myself getting emotional over nothing. And not super emotional, but a little teary and verklemt. And it's only when I'm by myself. I'm not sure why I've been this way, because I'm not really very miserable in my life right now. No, it's not perfect, and there are lots of things in it that get me down, but for the most part, things are ok.

I wonder about my raving hormones andthink they must be the cause. I'm not on medication (although I'm wondering if I should be) and my body is in stasis, so maybe this is how normal women are. Emotional. I think I've turned into a housewife. I water plants, think about going to the grocery store, what to make for dinner, how to lose weight in the areas that aren't supposed to be that round, do laundry, organize, get some sun, watch the neighbors, and so on and so on. I kind of like it. Yesterday I started thinking I should make a cake from scratch. The point? There is none. That's just it. I'm at a place right now where I want to try things that I've never had time for before, like cooking and gardening and what-not. It seems like it might be fun.

But then I remember oh yeah, I had stuff I want to do with this life before I turn into a layabout in the house. Although I'm starting to think I had things all wrong. But I'm still a little bit lonely. Do housewives feel this way? I guess maybe not, since someone will always be coming home for them. I don't even have a cat to keep me company. On the upside, I don't have to answer to anyone (except my disapproving, goal-oriented, ever moralistic roommate).

Anyway, that's my day. Emotional bouts in between stretches of new stuff.