Grumpy

Last night I tumbled into a bad mood. I call it “grumpy,” its less committal. I huffed and puffed in the bedroom and then dove under the covers and frowned myself to sleep. Mild case of the blues. I'm not proud of it, but let's be real - it happens.

This morning I woke up happy and then remembered, “I’m not happy, I’m grumpy.” I then felt a strange sense of loyalty to my grumpiness.

Question: Why do we do that?

Isn’t there anything better to be loyal to than a bad mood?

Surely there is.
Gotta find it.

Last thing I want to do is find myself ten years from now; ever so loyal - and ever so stuck – in a bad mood. I wonder if that's just how that happens to people; a bad day turns into a bad year, turns into a norm of depression.

What we are loyal to today is what we bring with us into tomorrow. I'm convinced.

Permission granted. Have another thought. Embrace a different feeling. Find something you want to stick around, and stick to that.

Grumpy happens.
The least we can do is make it short-lived.

​:)