I was a little down this past weekend. I know, it’s hard to believe that I could ever be depressed, especially when there’s Low-Carb Monster in the fridge. But it’s true. I was really down.

Life has been good to me lately. A job in a field that is statistically failing in this economy. A hobby that has been making me money. A side business that has suddenly started growing exponentially thanks to word of mouth. A class schedule that allows me to juggle all of these things at once. For whatever reason though, I still feel like I’m failing. While all of these things in my life are “good,” nothing is “great.” I’ve always felt that at least one thing in my life was great and I’m having trouble adjusting to the idea that everything is… just ok.

I know it’s just  phase and everyone goes through it. I just wish there was an insta-cure.

You know, besides prescription meds.

Dan thinks that there are a few things I can do to make things better, but it will require some scary changes. I feel very lucky to have this man in my life. Someone who supports my crazy schemes and understands that sometimes I have to do things for myself. Sometimes I have to be selfish and illogical. Sometimes I need to take a chance, hold my breath and take the plunge.

If you someday come across a crazy cat lady, begging for change and snarling at people who get too close to her cart full of craft supplies, don’t be alarmed. It’s just me, still trying to figure it out.

I amazed myself this week. I know I joke about how awesome I am a lot, but this time I really mean it. I freaking rock.

You are probably wondering whose life I saved or what good I’ve done for the community. You’re expecting to see news articles about my contributions to the world or recent victories for human kind. Nope, none of the above my friends. My awesomeness surpasses even these great feats.

This past week, I managed to read AND COMPREHEND multiple articles about plant biology.

I’m sorry, I should have instructed you to sit down before reading that. Take a moment to gather yourself and wipe the look of shock off your face. There we go.

That’s right, yours truly actually understood not only the words, but the entire sentences of the textbook. I managed to grasp my head around the concepts and figure out the homework problems.

Some of you might be wondering why this is an accomplishment. In that case, hi. I’m Sara. We’ve obviously never met before, otherwise you’d know my lack of scientific skill.

With this inflated ego about science, I was ready to breeze through the next assignment. I figured it would take me, at most, an hour to finish everything. I mean, come on. I’m a scientific scholar now.

Fast forward 4 hours. I’m tearing my hair out, trying to figure out why the professor suddenly started writing questions and instructions in gibberish. It’s gotta be gibberish; there’s just no other explanation for my sudden lack of comprehension. Because, again, I am a scientific scholar now.

Poor guy must be going senile.

While watching TV, I suddenly hear Dan snort with laughter at something on his computer. Glancing over, I see that he is reading the blog.

Me: You laughed!
Dan: (confused) What?
Me: You laughed when you read that blog post. You don’t normally laugh when you read them.
Dan: Yes I do.
Me: No you don’t. This is the first time I’ve heard you laugh out loud at one of them.
Dan: I normally laugh at what you have to say. It just tends to happen behind your back.