As always the worst time of the year. Grey, misty, depressing.
I started swimming twice a week, hoping it will help.
And a disturbing amount of people around me don't like their job but if you ask them what they would do if they didn't have to work they just don't know...
Guess I'm not the only one. I know what I don't want, but I don't know what I want.
The last few days I felt small and incompetent.
Nevertheless I count my blessings: no anxiety attacks (or very short ones) and no severe depressed feelings the last months. Times have really changed for me. But what is the next step/level?