Life Is Not Purgatory

Listless Meanderings
It has been a very long time since I've done... well much of anything really. I've never been one prone to depression, but I have found myself hovering on the cusp of - what I can only assume from my time around friends who /are/ prone to - depression. Not a massive, opressive, life-draining depression but one that feels as a weight upon the motivation and takes the lustre out of things that should otherwise be enjoyable.

The last few months have been emotionally draining and even the time off from employment has not helped to recover anything from the last few months of work at the market, I am not even sure that I can recover until the business either makes it or fails so that I can actually move on.

I am a bit of a financial wreck, although I have sufficient credit to last me a few more weeks - perhaps even until the end of March. However, the lack of a decision from Service Canada, the lack of a callback from the Red Cross, and the general lack of response to the dozen or so resumes I have circulated in the hospitality industry are starting to undermine my confidence. I am sure things will work out, but it seems that /nothing/ is going my way.

I feeling the need to do something... perhaps something drastic to change the direction of my life... but I don't know what it is.