Have you ever been in one of those situations where just about everything about you doesn't feel right?  That happened to me today.  My Beach Cottage felt wrong, my thrifted furniture felt wrong, my shabby decor felt just oh so wrong.  The fact that I was in my sweats and a hat to cover my in-need-of-colour hair was wrong, my bare of make-up face and my un-manicured nails. 

Remember I told you how desperate the Cottage was in need of clean?  Boy I wish I'd knuckled down and done it.  It just all felt so W R O N G. 

I got myself in a situation with someone where the other person was certainly not wrong…the hair is done, the make-up is done, the sweats most certainly are not done, the car, house and life are all just done to perfection, not a crumb or dust, flaw or blemish. 

Now one of the reasons I love my cottage is the un-doneness of it all – I like to think I left all that horrid perfect stuff back in England.  But a lot of time I have little choice but to move in a world of glorious doneness.  And sometimes this bites me on the butt.

So what do you think I did as I reeled?  No, I didn't hit the Thrift Circuit, I put on a Gilmore Girls dvd and I cleaned and cleaned the Family Rooom.  And gave myself a good talking to telling myself all the wonderful things about my new life in my cottage by the sea and how oh-so-much worse off I could be.  And felt 1 per cent better.

I sometimes ponder just where I fit in in life?  You know???  I'm just wondering if anyone else gets these feelings?  Or is it just me and my outta control emotions?