wynnesome

I've gotten some chores done this afternoon. Yay, having a mildly depressive day, and then doing chores, which aren't particularly fun either. But I just figure, since I'm more than fine enough to keep moving and doing stuff, may as well get the boring stuff done on a "bad" day, and then when I'm having a really good day, I can do fun stuff without having to do chores first, or without feeling guilty for just not doing them at all!
So I vacuumed, did a couple of loads of laundry, practiced my song a few times. The practice went ok, and it shouldn't be classed as a chore, but it kind of was, because my heart wasn't really in it and I had to nudge myself hard to do it. Now I have hair dye in that I'll wash out while I shower in a few minutes.

When I was driving into the parking lot of the center my gym is in earlier today, I yielded to a family walking across the lot to one of the furniture stores. Youngish couple, the guy in decent shape and holding the hand of a small blond child, the woman carrying just a few extra pounds and a younger blond child. And, not that this is an original to me, or new thought, but... just seeing this family out to do their shopping, I had one of those flashes of absolutely not relating to their lives. The idea that you grow up, get a job, get married, have kids, the focus of the rest of your life is making enough money to make house payments and raise your children... really strongly in that moment, I couldn't imagine anything more alien.
That probably sounds really insulting. And I don't mean it to be... I hope those people are happy with their lives. I just don't feel like I understand that path through life.

Time for me to shower, and then... I'm not sure what I'm doing with my evening.