I’ve been pretty gritchy the last three weeks, some might even say “hard to live with.” And while I know what some of the major issues were that were causing said, “gritchiness” it dawned on me tonight as I was headed off to my pottery class that the amount of time I had spent in cranky mode matched the amount of weeks I’d been without my pottery class. Hhmmm. Coincidence, I think not. I didn’t realize just how much of an effect getting out to do something all by myself, having other adult/human contact, and having a creative outlet on my mood was. Boy if I had two “Sarah” hours to myself every night- my personality might change from kind of melancholy/serious to like happy-go-lucky or something, and I might learn to talk in full sentences again! No, but really, just for the sake of the people who might of said I was “hard to live with” I think I need to definitely keep the pottery class or something like it on my schedule indefinitely, and maybe add a night or a Saturday here and there. Just does wonders for my mood. How nice.