Glass quarter full...

I fancy myself a "glass half full" kind of girl. Chances are if you ask the girls in the office how often I say "silver lining!" they'd tell you it's a little too often for their liking. But in the last year or so, once I started seeing the glass half-full, I've found myself to be a much happier person.

All that being said, sometimes the glass is 25% full, at best. I feel like life has been kicking my tail this week. Nothing truly important is wrong or out of sorts, but I definitely feel a little depleted.

Last night, while indulging in a little bit of froyo at the local spot, the song "Boston" by Augustana came on. How embarrassing is it to admit that tears welled up in my eyes? The chorus perfectly summed up my 25-percent-full feelings.

She said I think I'll go to Boston.

I think I'll start a new life.

I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name.

I'll get out of California Oklahoma, I'm tired of the weather.

I think I'll get a lover and fly him out to Spain.

Well I think I'll go to Boston.

I think that I'm just tired.

I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind.

(Obviously I mad a couple edits)

I'm a talker - well, actually I tend to internalize things, but I'm trying to become a talker - anyway, I was telling a friend about how when I used to feel this way, I would think, "I have x-number of months left on my lease. After that, I can move (read: run away) if I want." Buying a house changes all that.

He asked, "Where would you go?"

"Boston."

It came out of my mouth before I even really had time to think about it. What's funny is, while the song was a great reflection of how I was feeling, it wasn't the reason I picked Boston. For me, Boston holds such dear memories of an awesome summer trip with Mommacita. The history, the weather, the food, the walkability, the shopping... it's all amazing. When I think of where I'd want to run off to, it's almost always Boston.

But like I said, I own a home and I have a great job - running away is never the answer.
(wait, isn't that violence? Oh well, I think it still applies.)

So, after day three of feeling 25%, I decided to do the thing that always makes me feel better. I turned the water as hot as it would go in my shower, put my favorite sad day song (which happens to be titled Run Away with Me) on single repeat, and I sat in the tub and let the water beat down on me. Quite a picture I created for ya, huh?

As I sit here and write this, I'm at 33%. That's a pretty decent size slice of pie. Once I hit "publish" on this post, I'm going to curl up in bed and get caught up on some blog reading. That should help too.

 

Both of these were in my Instagram feed this week - looks we're all needing a little encouragement.

No matter how empty my cup feels, I know that it still overflows with love from the people around me. My life is absolutely, positively wonderful. I truly cannot complain...

... but sometimes, I can feel 25%.

xoxo, E