I see a red door

I see a red door and I want to paint it. . . blue.

I have the midweek blues something awful and I am not sure I can shake these easily. I wish I could pin it on one thing, but I fear a comedy of errors in my life has led me down a blue road today.

I should count my blessings. I should shine a new light on it, but I think right now I kinda want to wallow a bit. I want to wallow in the knowledge that work isn’t going well. I want to wallow in the fact that I don’t want to spend time with our difficult families this weekend. I want to wallow in the sudden, hurtful e-mail from a long lost friend. I want to wallow in the fact that today I feel like a victim. It may be self-inflicted, but it smarts just the same.

I should, however, be celebrating old and new friendships, honoring those that love me, rejoicing that I am safe, warm, well-fed and loved. I really should.

I took the photo here earlier in the year while visiting Asheville, North Carolina. It's my way of thanking Emily.