When Sadness Isn't

I've been feeling low-grade crappy all day and I just assumed it was post-vacation depression. I was going to make a post bitching about my lot in life. Then two things happened that clued me in.

1) Couldn't actually think of anything to bitch about.
2) The onset of other physical symptoms indicating I'm not depressed, I'm actually just ill.

I'm sick! Yay me!

As for the writer's block, the fact that I can come up with three good things in my life tells me the block was just over the subject matter.

Gratitude:

1) I gained weight over my vacation. I'm not grateful for that per se. I'm grateful for the mental eureka moment I had about it yesterday: Weight gain is just another form of payment. I spent money and time going to Scotland and I also paid in weight gain. I've accepted that that's just the cost of doing business. I'm grateful for that knowledge. It will help over the next few weeks as I recover.

2) I'm grateful to be able to make that kind of trip.

3) I'm grateful to be in the familiar surroundings of home again.

Bonus:

4) I have friends who actually missed me. It's nice to know that my presence has a positive impact on the world.