Going for a walk around the park seems to be a cure in and of itself.
This post is not about drugs… though the feelings I am experiencing would make me consider trying them… no, that isn’t true either if I am being honest drugs don’t super appeal to my sensibilities (researched them too much in grade school… it was for a paper I swear [also my dad was a drug cop, natural curiosity for why I couldn't do something that a lot of other people seem to really enjoy... then again a lot of people seem to enjoy running marathons (my dad) and I have zero motivation to do that sooooo...]). All of that to say, some days you simply wake up on the wrong side of the bed (never, I wake up on the same side every day… does that analogy really work for anyone?), and I feel like I did that today; wrong side 100%.
You know the feeling. The one where you find yourself being more irritable than usual, short and temperamental, with a dash of the irrational thrown in for good measure. You want nothing to do with anything, because everything seems like a chore; even the things you normally love doing (i.e. making a pot of coffee) seem like too much work to be bothered with. There is a pull in your brain, begging you to stop the tirade of petty out bursts and frustrated scoffs being muttered under your breath (uuuuuggggghhhh, whhhhyyy, I DON’T WANT TO) and yet, you keep on keeping on because you are an adult damn it, and you don’t back down (just stop… back down, it will be good for you, says the still small voice… do we listen? NEVER!).
Thankfully there is a cure, though it may vary from person to person, it is there for your (my) stubborn consideration. Nap. Get over yourself. Work through your issues. Meditate/quiet your mind. (Put everything in parentheses… obviously).
Sometimes, little things make you tick… sometimes you are a wanker for no good reason… and at some point you just need to step back, look at the big picture and realize, this isn’t catastrophic, this isn’t the worst thing, you aren’t Kirsten Dunst in Melancholia. So then, how can you or I change what we have in front of us? How can we turn this ‘sour milk in my coffee’ morning into the most perfect latte? (obviously I have coffee on the brain… never not a thing in my life).
Personally, I am going to start by brewing a fresh french press, sit quietly and work while I sip that steaming cup of satisfaction, and dream of a better day ahead (because it is out there, I just have to take myself out of the driver seat and let it come to fruition).
Here is to you my friend and to our waking up on the wrong side of the bed. May the rest of your day be better than its start.
xx