But where's my glass and ice cubes?

It's been all I can do to stop myself from filling my blog with page after page of complaining about how crappy I feel. I've written plenty, but when I read it back to myself, it all just seems whiny.

You may say, well Frank, you're Jewish, you're supposed to be whiny. Yeah, but it's not funny or even interesting. The best I can find is from a not-quite-post titled "Life As A Ghost"

Neither Casper nor Beetlejuice. Not Nearly Headless Nick nor even Sam Wheat (though even I am probably a better actor than Patrick Swayze). I'm not a ghost in that I've lost corporeal form. My losses have been less obvious (yes, I'm aware that most changes are less obvious than being dead, but I'm trying to make a point here). I'm a ghost in the sense of being more a shadow than a whole person.

That's actually not bad, but where do I go from there except to complain?

Anyway, since I've been in this state, I've struggled to find much interesting to say, and I certainly haven't even tried for anything uplifting. But I spoke with a psychologist this evening, and she advised me that finding myself at a low point like where I now sit is a prime opportunity for spiritual growth. On one hand, yeah, that sounds good. I should take advantage of my changed and humbled perspective to take stock of my life and figure out what's really important to me. On the other hand, this sounds like a very professional way of saying, "If life gives you lemons, make lemonade."