The Journal of Joyful Grace

Profound words from Grey's Anatomy. I really do think we all feel like that at times - as if we're disappearing. Of course, this is coming from someone who's feeling a little bit faded herself right now. Spending all of my weekends and most of my evenings on my own has finally taken its toll. Instead of just feeling all alone, now I'm physically alone as well. I had sort of hoped it would have taken longer for this aching loneliness to set in, but I think being snowed in with the hubby on Valentines Day pretty much cemented it. I miss having him around, but even when he is, he's not "around". Not really. And I thought I could deal with it. I thought that I'd do projects, that I'd have time to chat and do stuff with my friends, that I wouldn't have to worry or feel guilty about spending so much time doing said things, but that hasn't panned out either.

So I'm sitting here, presently friendless, certainly husbandless, trying to work up the enthusiasm to go outside and shovel the 2+ inches of snow that fell so I can get out later to go to the Mardi Gras themed Monte Carlo party the firm is throwing tonight. Alone.