Yesterday evening, as I rushed to complete the study guide for a test that is happening in a few hours, I started feeling an almost intolerable amount of this emotion - that nasty sort of nostalgia that makes you question what you're doing, where you're going, & why you're participating in it all.
Just like last time, it took me a while to realize what I was feeling. That it was nostalgia, not anxiety. Is it weird that sometimes my brain gets the two confused? Maybe not... maybe they're more related than we think.
All of that to say, as the rain falls on the day that is Ugly Monday, I am longing pretty hard for the weekend. It was a weekend filled with perusing memory-filled antique shops on Castle Street. A weekend of sitting on the dock of the Cape Fear River, indulging in bread baskets & red chowder. It was just one of those weekends.
How do you deal when you're blindsided with the sting of nostalgia? Do you recognize the feeling right away? Or perhaps do you - like me - grapple with it for a while before you understand it?
If you read anything today it should be... Alison's post on embracing your imperfections. What a gal. She inspires me, folks.