The Daily Dharma didn't do it. The Writer's Almanac was a temporary respite: it's Emily Dickinson's birthday, and the day that William Faulkner accepted his Nobel Prize. Not Bad.
I put on some red lipstick. That goes along way. Getting closer.
My mom joined Facebook! That really had me smiling and chuckling to myself. I thought I was in the clear.
But I still feel a little funky. In the final analysis, I think I just have to grant myself this time to be however I need to be. So I'm not in control. I guess that's where the "Letting Go" part comes in.
Ah yes, it's all starting to make sense.