On the whole, I can’t say I’ve been enjoying the past few weeks. I’ve been more down than up, and even the good things tend to fade to neutral after only a few hours. But I recognize it has not been all depression and gloom, and I am grateful that soul-shattering despair has not moved in and starting drinking from the carton.

Yet I am frustrated. This grayness makes it difficult for me to fulfill the obligations that I have, to my family, my friends, my art and my company. Not to mention myself. It’s a tricky combination indeed, working at the question of your own value and purpose when you simultaneously feel that you are letting the things you care about down.

For those playing at home, I am not about to break. There’s just a lot on my mind.

In related news, I will know whether or not I am employed on Monday, and tomorrow I will be twenty-eight.