One of those weeks

It's just one of those weeks for me. One of those depressing weeks when you think the fates are stacked against you and you're stuck in a puddle of where you currently are. It's like I am standing still while my peers are racing ahead and capturing the prize. Work life (writing) is frought with unscalable mountains (in my head), and personal life is also in a dip. I'm just...meh. Whiny, I guess. Feeling sorry for myself. I need to get my head in the game, and I know that. I need to just forget what other people are doing, and focus on what I am doing. I need to be the turtle and know that if I keep plodding, I will catch up. That's always been my way: put my head down, do the best work I can, and keep momentum until I make it. And I know this. In the back of my head, I know that I will bounce back, put my back into it, and push harder. But right now, I'm just feeling a little depressed.

I sound like a doomsday speaker, don't I? An Eyore-type person moping around. Imagine that I just loudly groaned.

I hate when I feel like this. But we all do occasionally, don't we? Depressed. Like nothing is ever good enough. Like we just want to sob for no apparent reason.  "Down" periods. And this is a "down" period, definitely.

That thud was my head hitting the desk. 

Alas, time to trudge forward unto the breach dear friend.