Lately I am not myself. Trying to sell my house is extremely stressful. The fact that the bank we were trying to buy a house from, once upon a time; remember that? Well, the bank is trying to keep our earnest money. Lawyers are involved. They have no legal reason to keep it, it's actually against bank policy to try to keep earnest money a situation like ours, but this particular asset manager apparently doesn't know his asset from his elbow and he's trying to keep our money. None of this is fun, none of this is pretty and I have nothing but venom to say about it.
If you think I'm not blogging as much, or calling you as much or seeing you as much there is a reason. I'm too stressed out, depressed and totally and completely hopeless about what's going on that I can barely live through the day. Getting groceries is overwhelming. I don't say this for pity, I have enough of that! I say this to explain my need for a security blanket.
I am reading Harry Potter again. I usually find myself reading it each fall. As the weather starts to get crisp I find reading a book about school, set in England to be extremely fitting. HP is more than a seasonally-appropriate read to me. When I feel down I find myself turning the pages reading about butterbeer, maroon jumpers with lions on them, secrets, and a battle of good vs. evil. It feels safe to read HP- like an old friend who always gives the best advice. Between the lines I find my own lessons, reasons to have faith, fight for what I believe in and make the right choices. Even when I don't look for deeper meaning, when I don't seek comfort; it's never just a book, it's always more.
So when you're down, aside from a margarita or a bar of chocolate what do you find comfort in?