Can't pick a feeling for my profile | littleduckie's Blog

I had a wonderful morning & early afternoon.  I woke up to find the house empty, and I spent a few hours listening to loud, raucous "sex music" ("sex music" for me being things like early Whitesnake, Aerosmith, Nazareth, etc.) while doing yoga & lifting weights, working on a sewing project, and reading a Henry James novel.  (I'm reading What Maisie Knew and despite the cover blurb about it being one of the finest of James' later works, I don't particularly care for it.  It's a good concept, but honestly, the quality of the writing is disappointing compared to some of his others, like Portrait of a Lady.  But I digress.)

I just had so much energy this morning.  I was actually happy for a while this morning.  I felt free for the first time in a long time, and more okay than not with my breakup.  (Yes, I know it's been five months.  I'm as surprised as anyone else that I'm not over it yet.  It's never taken me more than a couple of weeks to get over somebody.)

So I lay down for a nap just about the time everybody was getting home & slept for a couple of hours.  Woke up, finished the sewing project, listened to some more music.  Talked to a friend.  Had a good dinner.  Felt pretty good.  And then in the last hour or two, I kind of crashed.  Nothing bad has happened.  I'm not exactly depressed.  I'm pleased with the things I've accomplished this week.  I'm just suddenly blah, dissatisfied, and not sure why.