Sometimes in life, you will be over taken by overwhelming and inexplicable sadness. Where it comes from, you don't know. How to rid your self of it is not easy. But when you come to that point, when you cry at commercials, sit-come, anything ANYONE says to you or about you, and you are NOT in fact pregnant, it is time to take a step back and fix your otherwise happy and well-planned life.
I am going to begin taking piano lessons again. I am also borrowing a set of oil paints from my mother. I have started doing Yoga again. I have pulled out the typewriter that was graciously given to me by a fantabulous friend. Most importantly, I am taking a 5 day vacation, sans baby and husband, to the illustrious Chi-Town to stay with K and M, and spend some quality time with nice people who like me and remind me that I do not have to be lonely, even when I feel like we don't know anyone anymore.
But Luke and I reasoned out the root of my blueness last night. HOW, I ask you, did Luke and I, open-minded democrats with love and homosexual accepting tendencies, marry young and have a kid? Because the people who are like us on the one front, are very anti-marriage, or at least anti-children and find us, not as cool as we were when not so tied to family life. On the other hand, our more familial oriented counter-parts are all minivan driving, Baptist loving, gay hating blond southerners that find Luke and I the most odd sort of company.
The ultimate solution to this should be our new church. Okay, we have not actually BEEN to this church yet, but we start next Sunday. It is a nice little church here in Norman where a friend of mine is on staff. When asked, she described her church as "open and progressive and possibly the most socially conscious church in the area." Beautiful! It also has a growing "Married with Children" department, but it isn't all 30 somethings (no offense intended to anyone who is 30 something (Scott) but you are a different animal and you know what I mean). Anywho, all this should be coming together soon such as to deliver me from the Bell Jar. Much love you you all, and I look forward to seeing at least one of you in Chicago around March 9.