Today, I feel deeply unhappy.  I feel desultory, irritated, scrubbed raw, and crabby.

I am in the midst of planning my mother's memorial, roughly five months after her passing.  My father doesn't want much to do with it, but keeps dismissing ideas and suggestions.

I am increasingly unhappy in my current position.  I am bored, but underperforming, a bad combination.  I recently applied for a new position; here's hoping something changes quick.

I'm feeling broke as hell.

On the other hand, my hubby gave me the greatest compliment yesterday.  He had to submit a resume and a cover letter for a volunteer position at the Sundance festival next year.  It was odd, because I felt so confident in what to include, despite the fact I have no experience in that arena.  But he told me that I helped him elevate his cover letter from a B to an A, and that he couldn't have done it without me.  I was touched!

Although I do feel that I am a better than average editor (despite not having any professional experience), I feel like this is where my empathy helps me out.  I am able to see what someone wants and help communicate that to someone else.  My husband runs a multi-million dollar store in a national chain.  He is a born leader with tremendous vision.  But when I asked him what he thought they would be looking for, he was blank.  And yet, it seemed to clear to me that they would want someone who is as passionate about film as those in attendance, and yet be reliable and help the event run smoothly.  Once I helped bring those qualities out in his letter, it shone.

I guess it's not all bad after all.