I’ve not been feeling like myself. I don’t look like myself, and sometimes that is interesting but sometimes it is weird. I can’t do the things I used to do. Used to I loved working on houses…painting, sanding, cleaning, whatever. Can’t really do that anymore. Used to I loved to go out with friends to the pub, especially late afternoon after work. That’s kind of out. I know these things aren’t a big deal…and the excitement I feel far, far outweighs them….but sometimes still I feel sad. Like I’ve lost another part of myself. I know thats not true, and Mom said that its not like you are losing yourself. Its like you are expanding yourself into new places. First a wife, then a mom. That made me feel better. I’m still the same little person, just bigger.
