There are good reasons and bad, reasons that are easy to understand and others that are harder to appretiate. When you put them together you get someone who’s found it hard to find joy in anything. You get me.
Saturday night was an exception. Two days later I’m back in the emotional valley, but the memory of our evening out still has the power to make a smile.
We’d done a little research and found a locally owed little restaurant to try. It turned out to be a treat – a break from the trend where the size of a plate is confused with its quality.
The movie afterwards surprised me, even with all the hype.
At some point I will turn a corner. In the mean time I’m going to try and milk a new memory for a while longer.