I feel a bit like a vase that has been shattered into a million little pieces. It doesn’t matter how hard you try to glue the pieces back together, they’re not whole anymore but rather broken and fragile. I’ve been feeling a bit melancholy and empty as of late for one reason or another. I’ll snap out of it eventually as these feelings seem to come and go as sure as the sun rises and sets, so I’m not too concerned about them. They’re mere speed bumps in my journey nothing more and nothing less. I'm just thankful that mine are minute in comparison to the bumps that other people must face.

For that I am grateful.

An addendum, I wrote this a few days ago.....and then I watched an episode of Oprah. She had on two guests, the first was a woman who was shot in the face by her partner and therefore needed a face transplant. The second was a little girl with "mermaid" syndrome. Both women had an amazing outlook on life, were strong and very inspiring. They have persevered through the unthinkable and made me realize that I really need to be more thankful for all that I have. In fact I felt like a ginormous asshole for writing the above after I watched the show, I always feel bad for feeling bad, like oohhhh poor me when I see stories such as theirs. So now not only do I feel like a broken shattered vase but an asshole at that!

I'll be fine.