There is simply no excuse to wake up with the blues after a long night of spring rains and lightning. But I did. In fact, I have been struggling against falling into the rabbit hole of despair and depression where I have visited on more than a few occasions in this lifetime. I simply have no reason to be sad and depressed - no legitimate reason, that is.
But then, there is the cube farm waiting for me this morning. It is not that I am ungrateful for a good job because I am very grateful. I work with good people and our work is useful to our fellow man. Dealing with corporate insanity gets me down and cube farms drain a person's will to live. A million times I have asked myself what I would rather be doing for a living, but I can never imagine a better job, which is a cause for depression all by itself! It is such a pathetic thing to admit. My god. I feel even more sorry for myself seeing that admission in print.
If I could earn a good living riding a motorcycle across the country following the good weather, or if I could win 200 million in the lottery, I might never be depressed again. At least I like to think that would be true. But, even if I were rich, or even if I were young again, and even if the only thing I had to do today was to ride to Statesboro on my Harley, I would still have the blues.