I apologize for my absence yesterday. I spent much of the day combating feelings of growing depression. I think I can trace the beginnings of this depression to the Colts miserable football season.
The feelings grew in the past few weeks as buzz about “Superbowl Village” (in my beloved Indianapolis) started spreading on all forms of my social media pages. Suddenly I had a burning desire to zipline across the city and take my photo next to the roman numerals.
I almost grabbed the keys to my car when I heard these three celebs were strolling the streets of not just Naptown but my tiny hometown of Zionsville.
This man pushed me over the edge of the depression and is responsible for zero productivity and plenty of wallowing yesterday.
He must’ve been antiquing on our brick main street. I mean, what else are you gonna stop by the quaint farm town of Zionsville for?
It kills me a little inside to know I missed my opportunity to snatch him from Eva (and a million other girls in love). Luckily Mama promised that if she ran into him, she’d pass along my digits.
A healthy dinner with friends helped to pull my wallowing self back to life – we had cajun tilapia, cheese grits and roasted brussel sprouts for dinner and plenty of laughs so I was feeling better by night’s end!
I learned valuable lesson from this – IF A GIANT SPORTING EVENT IS HOSTED BY YOUR HOMECITY -GO! (even if there’s no hope for your team to be there).