In a season which talks incessantly about joy ... why am I discouraged and/or depressed?
Is it just that I've become so narcissistic that I can't get outside my own little head?
Is it that I can't manage to recognize the signs of joy around me?
Or ... perhaps more likely ... is it just that December is a @#$#@-load of work for faculty, who have to get all their extra term-ending academic work done while trying to do all the extra holiday-related work around the house --- not to mention the usual ordinary stuff like laundry and dishes and diaper changes?
I can't seem to find the joy. Maybe it'll find me somehow.
[P.S. To darthdingus: yeah, I know, you tagged me. One of these days ...]