It's 5 O'Clock Somewhere

Unfortunately, it is 5 o'clock right here and right now, but it ain't quittin' time.  It's nearly time to wake up the rooster, but I can't sleep.

I talked to my friend Deb last night who is helping me through my current bout of depression fueled by loneliness.  She has been where I am, and even she doesn't have the answers.  I keep searching for answers and, despite my newfound confidence, I'd like to go back to the old trick of beating myself up emotionally over that which bothers me.  I should be more this, or less that.  I'm too fat, too short, too old, not rich enough, not handsome enough, too smart, too aloof, not personable enough, too needy, too friendly, etc.

Even though I've had recently successful social outings, this loneliness still impinges on my confidence, because I am still, without exception, "all alone at the end of the evening", as the Eagles so aptly penned:

"Take It To The Limit", The Eagles.