I’ve lost it. Last year, while in France, I carefully cultivated an even temper. Bad things happened, good things happened, but I stayed calm the entire time.
But now, I’m having trouble adapting. I’m swinging from extreme highs to extreme lows.
This weekend, Raul and I spent four fantastic days in a few Moorish cities. Raul wanted to show them to me because he wanted to share more of his life and his loves. I, however, by the end of the weekend had a wicked crying fit. Two of Raul’s friends joined us and as much as I enjoy being with people, it drives me nuts that I can’t contribute, and not just because of the language barrier. I don’t get cultural references either.
And I hate not knowing things.
Fortunately I didn’t let my bad mood get in the way of enjoying the weekend.
No Lessons today. I’m on sinus medication and it’s making me dizzier than I usually am.