Interesting talk with my psychiatrist today. Discussed the gaping hole (okay I didn’t call it that) that I feel during the holidays. I do feel like there’s something missing. He reminded me that, with my last job, I complained that I couldn’t get the week of Christmas and New Year’s off because the other multimedia guy always booked it for his family. And I wanted that. But now I realize it isn’t the time I wanted off — because I had it last year after the layoff and I have it again this year — it’s that I want to enjoy it with family. And to further define that, I want to create traditions with family, one that involves not just the family I have now, but a family I want to have.
And that’s the bitch of it. I’m single, not dating, no kids. This isn’t where I thought I was going to be.
That’s all I’m gonna say right now. Thinking about this right now is painful.
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