I've realized something. Probably something you already knew. But still, it was new to me so it's significant.
I was driving home and I started feeling IT again - the darkness, despair, loss of hapiness - Depression. OMG, I thought, I'm starting to spiral down again.
And then it came - this great, glorious epiphany - I wasn't depressed - I was disappointed!
Now this may seem quite odd to be so excited about being disappointed. But for the first time ever, I looked at the familiar feelings and realized they were not indicative of a past recurring. They were just similar to another, heretofore unrecognized, emotion - disappointment.
I previously purchased some great prints at a 90% off store closing sale. I had been watching the paper for a framing sale at Michael's. The long-awaited ad came out Sunday. So I showered, gathered a few prints and went to the store. Sad to say, even at an awesome 70% off sale, it was still out of my budget. Very hard to deal with because I reallllly want to put up those prints. But I had also just done my checkbook and realized I needed to live more within the budget and less with the plastic.
So here I am, driving home, dealing with the age old conflict of desire vs. responsibility. And it hits me - I'm disapointed with the results of this trip.
And I continued driving home happy as a clam that I had an epiphany about disapointment. =-)