Strangely All Over

I've had an emotional extended weekend.

On Friday I was at the bottom of the pit. I was the lowest I have been for a long time. Curled up, detesting myself and everything that I am.

On Saturday I was still down in the morning. So I picked myself up. I dragged my sorry ass out of bed. I went to see some my oldest and dearest family friends in their new home. Then I went on an adventure and found a beautiful little village with some amazing architecture. By this time I was way up. I was coasting on a high, feeling on top of the world, and I was so full of hopes and dreams, and possibilities. I don't even know why.

On Sunday I crashed and burned again. Everything positive that I had felt the day before had dissipated and left a bitter and sour feeling behind.

Now, I'm somewhere in between. Floating in the middle. Neither up nor down. Weirdly hollow yet full. I'm strangely all over. And I can't help but wait for the crash back down.