Just a little rant.
I've had one of those damned days when it just sucks. Everything in life is fine
except ---
For example: I was talking with my sister on the phone last night and just
hating the sound of my voice. Today I checked out the blog of a woman climbing an 8000er and was just so envious. And I'm not doing a thing about it right now, just pussyfooting and hemming and hawing and I can't stand it. How long do you stand on the high board looking down before you just jump?
Two weeks ago, in the midst of my own (more modest) mountain binge, I could hardly care less. The euphoria of high places just buried everything else -- work, gender, the sorry state of my apartment, the sorry state of my fincances, etc. But suddenly the drug wore off. So, yeah, not just "one" of those days. Withdrawal sucks. Reality sucks.
I suppose I'll have something to talk about with my therapist.
Okay, that's all. It'll get better.
