I was inspired by this post from No Passing Fancy to talk about a subject that is actually quite difficult for me. When I told her that her post had inspired me and that I was either going to write about it or do it in a voice post, she insisted that I write. I must be a sucker for a pretty face and a pretty voice or else I’m just really used to taking orders from women because here we are.
That post is all about her desire to follow her dreams. I was at lunch yesterday with a friend and talking about my friend Art Shimko and how one of the things I admire most about Art is his willingness to follow his own dreams. If there is someone I know and they have a dream they’d like to follow I am the most encouraging person in the world. It is too bad that I can’t be an encouragement for myself.
On Saturday morning, I was engaged in a chat with No Passing Fancy that covered a wide range of topics. Our chats typically do cover a wide range of subjects ranging from the personal (our plans for the day) to the bigger picture (life in South Africa compared to life in South Dakota). That latter topic is quite interesting as in many ways our lives are profoundly different and in a few they are kind of similar. It is a time of mutual education, I learn much from her and she learns much from me. It is often that some of the things that I learn or start thinking about appear in my brain after the chat has ended.
One of the topics on Saturday was about how neither one of us really feels “relationship worthy” at this time. That’s not going to be the subject of this post, however. I want to talk about what happened as a result of that conversation.
Today, I am sad. I have no particular reason to be sad today but that doesn’t really matter very much.
I don’t know if I’ve written this out on this particular website but there is one thing that I have come to believe about depression.