I think it’s pretty funny that chronologically this post falls right after one about being grateful. It may make me seem a little nutty but I’m hoping it just makes me seem real. Like really freaking real. Here’s the deal. I am grateful. I get it, it’s important and necessary and I am basically a spoiled a-hole if I don’t act grateful at least most of the time.
The other reality though is I’m a human. I know shocking, especially if you’ve seen my hair in the morning-since it’s generally out of this world. But with that human-ness crap comes moods, hormones, and all that jazz.and as that my mood changes, sometimes I’m in a good mood, a silly mood, a sad mood, a fabulous mood. You get the drift.
And on occasion (okay more than that…) I get totally funked up. When this happens I want to scream or cry or perhaps both. Sometimes it’s almost unexplainable. There’s nothing particularly dreadful happening but whether it be a cloudy day, a little too much stress weighing on me, or a myriad of other forces some days I’m just cranky.
I’m going to be honest. Today is one of those days. I don’t want to write here, I don’t want to clean my desk, I don’t want to make lunch. I know this sounds horrific but for the sake of being real…I don’t want to play with my kids, I don’t want to clean, I don’t want to exercise, I don’t want to make to do lists, look at to do lists, and on and on and on.
For your sake and the sake of all that is good and holy. I’ll stop here. I won’t go on forever and to be honest when I started this post I was thinking I’d give you some fab tips on turning your mood around. And I think I will tomorrow. But here’s the thing…sometimes it’s okay to just allow yourself to be where you are. I’m not giving you or me or anyone permission to be mean to others or to wallow in self-pity but I’m just saying emotions are emotions, feelings are feelings, feel them and let them be.
And then get on with it.
Sometimes the best thing for me to do is bitch…then stop bitching.
Or force myself to do one of the many things on the list of ” I don’t want to’s…” you know that list back a few paragraphs. So for now I’m going to go cuddle with Vincent and watch some tv.
Here’s hoping you’re not cranky but if you are know that it’s okay and believe me you’re not alone.