New day

I should know by now how much the weather affects my mood. The sun always comes out eventually. It's a new day and with it came fresh optimism.

In the afternoon after my meltdown my husband and I spent the rest of the rainy day doing a puzzle with one of Johnny Depp's Pirates movies on in the background and drinking hot cocoa. It was perfect. It did a lot to lift my mood but I was still mopey in the evening. I figured a good night's sleep would help, and it probably would have if I didn't wake up at midnight to use the bathroom and unable to sleep until close to 4 am. That's ok. I still felt a lot better the next day.

There's always going to be the baggage of the what-ifs and the ones that didn't work; but that doesn't mean I have to carry it with me into every transfer. Thank you also to the messages of encouragement.

I'm working on taking things one day at a time. Trying not to think about turning 34 in a few weeks. To some people that seems fine. If I was in a different place in my child-bearing journey maybe I'd feel that way too.

I still don't have a solution for Pesach but we decided we don't need one right now. We're taking things day by day. Today isn't the day to solve that issue. Tomorrow's not looking good either. I don't like procrastinating and it's not my personality to push off problems or be indecisive but for the sake of my sanity, we're just not dealing with it until it becomes necessary.