Apparently, January 24 is the “most depressing day of the year.” Yes, really.
The British psychologist that proved this has a mathematical formula and everything, and if math says it’s true, well then…
So what does this have to do with the fortune cookie I opened Monday afternoon? Well, the fortune just seemed so random, and yet, somewhat timely…apropos.
You know, it is fun being a kid, and sometimes it’s fun to forget, at least for a fleeting instant, that I am thirty-three years old. Even though there are days that an omnipresent anchor of depression seems to drag behind me, allowing my inner child to come out and play every so often can really make that metaphorical anchor seem considerably easier to bear, even if only for all-too brief, light-hearted moment.