I get depressed a lot. A lot. Nothing in particular, unless there is. Sometimes I can point at something specific provoking the sadness. Usually, it’s just there.

When the sadness hits, I think of it as I do my allergies. I just have to ride this out and I’ll feel better again soon.

I see the world around me filled with opportunities to numb myself to the pain. I reject this.

I will not be numb. I will not self-medicate by purchasing a new Thing, watching TV or drinking myself into a stupor. I won’t seek the emotional high of a praise service nor will I wallow in the depths of my feelings of hopelessness.

I will continue to do what I do. I will do the work. I have Things to make. There are books to write. There are shows to create.

AND a house to clean. No procrastinating. Time to get to work.