Depression sucks.

I seem to go in and out of it, for the past several months I’ve been under this brooding fog that seems to cloud my thoughts while tiring my brain out. I find myself getting agitated and somewhat upset when my mind drifts to serious topics, such as my family, or church, or future career directions, or my greencard status.

Thank God for Alexis and our marriage.

She has to put up with a lot

Anyways, depression sure sucks… it takes a LOT of effort for me to have any motivation these days, to create and express, to live really. It takes a lot of effort these days even to live mundanely.

Today was a good day of training, tiring (although Igor taught the whole day and I mainly observed and assisted), but good in a “I finally feel like I am earning my pay” kind of tired.

I ate mussels for the first time. That was my stab at being reckless today. And they were good! Turns out Igor loves seafood, and we were having dinner at this restaurant where mussels were on the menu as an appetizer. I was in the mood for salmon, but I wasn’t so sure about mussels. When Igor offered to eat the rest of them if I didn’t like them, I thought, what the hay, maybe I will try one.

Now, the first question that comes to mind was “where the heck do Iowans get mussels from?”

Nevermind… I don’t want to know.

Anyways, they were actually not bad! I was surprised - I was expecting something fairly slimy and gooey, but they actually had a pretty meaty texture. Probably not something I will order often, but not something distasteful either.

How about that - another day, another new experience.