Most writers are introspective. It’s in our blood, in our nature, to look within and examine who we are, how we got there, where we’re going.

Clearly, I’m no exception.

Couple this with my tendency to over-analyze, and you end up with Aubrey, as of Late. (Which could also be titled:
Aubrey, the Sad Days
Aubrey, Whining a Bit more than Usual
Aubrey, Going through Yet Another Quarter-life Crisis
or even
Aubrey, Really, I Promise It Won’t Always Be Like This)

My coworker is absolutely flabbergasted by how much I put out there. She doesn’t understand how I could say the things I do on my site, to be that brutally honest, to air my dirty laundry in public. Sometimes I don’t either, but after doing so, I invariably feel better. Selfish? Perhaps, but it’s either that, or clean my room, since organizing makes my Type-A personality feel much more in check.

But really, I promise, it’s not as bad as it sounds.

I’m not dying. I don’t have some scary uncurable illness that is causing me to re-evaluate everything in my life. My family is healthy, as are my pets. (Have I mentioned that Sullivan has lost over a pound? Which is huge in cat-land, especially when your ‘metabolically challenged’ little lovey was told he had to lose 2 lbs. this whole year, and he’s already ahead of schedule! My little overachiever…but I digress.)

What I’m trying to say here, though, is that writers exaggerate. We embrace hyperbole, even when we’re not trying to. And while I don’t intend to make my life sound desolate, dire, and all-together horrifically depressing, I can see how it appears that I AM in the midst of something much worse than I actually am.

So I’m setting the record straight – I’m not seeking out ledges, and not looking to jump.

It’s not that bad. There’s just a lot of things changing around me, and while I tend to get excited by new situations, new people, new challenges, the culmination of so many of them has me a little lost. So I’m just trying to figure it out, lean on Friends and Darling Roommates and even Darling Boys a little bit to get their advice, hear their thoughts, and trust me, I’ll come out with shining colors.

Or at least a really, really clean house.