While I was thinking about this later that day, I realized that since I left Un-Scripted, I've been missing Milestones in my life. I'm not in a relationship, so there's nothing to look forward to there. I'm not in a position to buy a house, or a new car, so there's nothing to look forward to THERE. I've given up on an actual promotion coming through at work until all of this insane company split is done, so there's nothing to look forward to there, either. So without the cycle of rehearsal-open-perform-close-repeat of the theater, the last 10 months has just been a smear on the calendar. This nebulous non-existance. And I think that's been contributing a lot to this uber funk.
So as much as I swore I would never become one of the "health obsessed" it seems that my only viable Milestone right now is weightloss. Breaking through the weight plateau I'd been on actually felt good. Dare I say I actually felt a little bit hopeful for the first time in a long time. Now, granted, the whole reason it happened was because of food poisoning, but... hey, don't look a gift horse in the mouth, right?