... it's not unbearable, it's not traumatic, there's a lot that I should be grateful for... but it's just a bit blah. As in blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Work is set to get much more difficult when I return after maternity leave (oh good, because the difficult year that I had when I fell pregnant was so much fun), bringing up a baby on my own is hard work, living circumstances are hard work, many close friends have moved away (and the ones that haven't are - yep - hard work) and there's little prospect of even the most basic sorts of fun, glamour or excitement on the horizon. Why is it that I can appreciate how lucky I am to have a beautiful (and happy and good-tempered and lovely and fantastic) baby, a job, a loving family and a beautiful world to live in and yet still want to scream with general boredom, dissatisfaction and nothingness? Does everyone have periods like this in their life or is it inherent ingratitude that is making me unhappy? And how do you get your life going again? Is it even possible? Don't even want to talk to my friends atm, as I have very little to say other than "Fnug". I can staple a smile on but it only stays put for a short while and then I'm gripped by an irrepressible urge to Whinge.