A new day, a new blog

My last post on my old blog (http://www.freebeertomorrow.blogspot.com/) came as I felt I had pretty much lost what tenuous grip I had on my life. I wasn't in a good place. In fact, I'm still not in a good place, but it's a better place.

I was going to wait for some undetermined length of time before starting up a new blog. I felt that something would "trigger" it, would lead me back to blogging. The trigger came way more quickly than I could have imagined. Allow me to fill you in on the rest of my day.

Given that it was almost 5am I thought I would go in to work so I showered, ate and was heading out of my lobby just before 6am and I realized someone else was coming out of the other elevator at that time. It was Mark, the guy that lives below me. I was pretty surprised to see anyone up that early and we said our respective good mornings and I headed out into the darkness to catch a bus. Mark said, "Are you going downtown?" and I concurred that indeed I was and it turns out that he parks about 2 blocks from where I work. So Mark gave me a lift in and we talked about work and the markets and education as we passed through the empty streets and barreled over the Lions Gate. When he dropped me off he said I was always welcome to catch a ride with him in the morning and I thanked him, but said that hopefully on a go forward I would be sleeping at this time.

No one was at work at 6:15am, which wasn't too big a surprise. I saw the sun come up, standing alone in an empty office. It was beautiful.

I experienced many random kindnesses from various coworkers that morning. It was like some alert went out: "Be nice to Duder. She seems really depressed and we understand that she knows how to operate firearms". I got a free coffee.

I went home early. Accomplished very little. At 10pm I knew I wouldn't sleep so I called Michael who said I could come and sleep at his place. He has cable so I watched "Ed" while he did Windows updates. Michael always thought the show was stupid and made fun of me for watching it. I love Tom Cavanagh and Stuckey Bowl. Shaddup. It can't be Mies chairs and French art films all the time, you know.

I'm not better. There will be more bad days. But I learned a lot yesterday. I learned to ask for help, and to accept free coffee. I understand that I have to take care of myself first or I won't be worth anything to anyone. People are kinder than you think. And humor is key.

Michael, upon heading to work this morning, said, "Try and do something fun today," and I said, "Okay. I'm going to Splashdown Park".

Also funny is that I just replaced Michael's Simpsons desktop with this especially dashing photo of Tom Cavanagh.