Yesterday I rode home after a finance committee meeting — not great, but better than last year — but I just could not shake my funk. I just felt: Sad. Sad about kids growing up (although when they were home I was sad about how much driving I had to do to cart them all around the region …). Sad about how I am doing at my job (I was aggressive, and wrong, and had to walk back my error, AGAIN yesterday — when will I LEARN?). I know that most people feel sad some of the time, and that it is fine, but I just hate it.

My daughter was spending the night at a friend’s and I called to tell her goodnight; and she said: “Mom, are you sad?” I was impressed that she could tell, and her kindness in asking, and I just said “i’m fine.” And I always say my husband doesn’t notice, but he too was like — “hey, are you okay? You just seem really sad.” I didn’t talk to him about anything — there wasn’t anything to talk about — but I REALLY appreciated the question.

Anyway. Not as sad today, just writing about yesterday. Hope you aren’t sad.