Deflated.

I am always afraid when I have a great day.

Because it is usually followed by a not-as-great day. But more often than not, it is followed by a bad (even if only in comparison) day.

And when you have a couple great days in a row?

Absolutely. Terrifying.

Wouldn't you know... that was the beginning of this week for me.

I'd love to try and focus on all of the good things that happened... but I'm afraid that yesterday, I may as well just taken a huge sharpie marker out and crossed them all right off the list.

Pendulums swing back, waves always crash, and my baggage is a complete set with matching toiletry bag.

Two things have just been made abundantly clear to me:

1. My financial situation is still far from stable, and I need to be more realistic about my future because of that. I have a lot of work to do.

2. I am not ready to date, let alone make out with people. I cannot keep serving up all of my Dave insecurities and paranoias to people who are NOT Dave. Frankly, it's just mean... and they don't deserve it.