On Sunday I quite unintentionally picked up my girls from church while wearing spandex. The day after that I found myself grocery shopping in my bathing suit (tank) top. This wasn't exactly how I imagined myself behaving in my thirties.
My depression radar has gone up over the past couple weeks. I feel lethargic and stoic and energyless and my self-care has lagged. Then it occurred to me that I may just be tired. Superman and I have gone on many bike rides together, each one longer than the last, as we (meaning I) prepare for the 34 mile ride (50K!) we'll do together on Saturday.
Speaking of depression, this September has gone much more smoothly than last year. I'm thankful.