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You are reading the life, times, and general musings of Jenna Tollerson. I am a web developer and consultant living in and around Athens, Georgia, USA. [read more]
So when even your art teacher notices, you know it's for real.
"So what happened? You seem to get into a mid-career slump. You used to be so lively, and talkative. Did something happen in your life?"
I sigh. "Nothing specific really."
Without any hesitation on his part: "Depression."
I'm amazed I've become that easy to read. I guess when you are wrapped up in your own thoughts all the time you forget about that veil you're supposed to be putting up for everyone.
"I noticed it before, and I'm sorry, I should've met with you earlier, I just thought that it would be a temporary thing."
I nod and sigh, staring at my hands. "So did I."
At our conference it was decided that this is the week where I've got to crack down.
"I know it's hard, but you just have to really focus and push out the thoughts of despair. Just concentrate on precision, and don't let your mind wander."
From just anyone the "you have to just suck it up" argument would sound trite and insensitive, but his words and tone make it sound like he knows exactly what I'm feeling. For the first time in a long time I feel like someone is working for me, to pull me along. This semester has driven home for me how quickly I've had to become an adult, and almost completely support myself (emotionally), because the people I could use as role models and mentors let me down, or they are wackier than I am, or they just don't care.
Today Carter has given me hope.
You are reading the life, times, and general musings of Jenna Tollerson. I am a web developer and consultant living in and around Athens, Georgia, USA. [read more]
