Something a little different
So I’m trying something new. I’ve been moping big-time, with my guitar camp trip coming up, and several nights this week I ended up journaling myself into a complete and teary funk. And I realized that when I was busy, I cried a lot less. It wasn’t that I wasn’t aware of him missing, or my missing him, but rather I decided last night I was going to try to not focus on it so much.
When I wrote to him last night, I told him about my day instead of waxing increasingly maudlin and depressed, and I didn’t go to sleep with puffy eyes and an ache in my heart for a change. Mostly, I’m just trying to get through this week with a minimum of dread, trying to keep myself from making this trip harder than it otherwise would’ve been. I think it will be hard. But I don’t have to make it harder.
We’ll see if this helps me. If it doesn’t, I can always go back to bawling. Lord knows, I’ve had plenty of practice this year.