The last month has been very hard. I was already losing a slow...

The last month has been very hard. I was already losing a slow and steady financial street fight, but when a family situation arose which ended my full-time nanny duties with my infant granddaughter, I got dropped into the cold waters of the depression pool. I became much less productive, slept more and more, yet less and less well. I became negative and mean and just not very likable. Every direction I looked, I was screwed. I felt like I was wearing damp, chilly clothing every day.

I wallowed in self pity. And no, I didn’t wallow for attention on Facebook, which a growing, non-depressed part of me is really starting to despise. 

Eventually, I got tired of my own bullshit stench. The time came to end the pity party. A switch flipped. I left the house. I went back to the gym. I forced myself to be productive, and suddenly I was. I had a book draft to complete. A new job to find. Christmas HAS to be saved.

Time to be the singularly unique individual named Vince Churchill again. Ought to be easy enough. I’ve done it before.

The sun shines again.