Sorry to be a buzz kill, but those words perfectly describe my mood today. All day. I woke up a funkafied mess . I pulled the covers over my head and slept another hour, skipping my workout. Maybe I was dreading my first day back in the office after a week’s vacation. Maybe Mercury is in retrograde. Maybe I’m gasp….perimenopausal. I just hope tomorrow is better than today. I’ll be satisfied if it’s even a smidge better.
I’ve just taken my daily inventory. In a desperate attempt to squeeze something positive out of this manic Monday, I take comfort in the following: to the best of my knowledge I wasn’t unkind to anyone today…I somehow managed to keep my mood to myself. I even fielded two complaint calls and by the end of those conversations, both callers were happy. When I made my daily check-in call to mom, I was forthright that I wasn’t having a good day and I wasn’t good company. But I didn’t take anything out on her. (Having said all of that, I’m aware of one department colleague who visits this site. JP, if I’m in denial about my behavior, please call me out so that I can make amends.)
I’m not seeking compliments or a medal simply because I was nice when what I really wanted to do was make like Greta Garbo and be alone (although if you want to send cash I’ll happily give you my mailing address). It’s just that sometimes life can feel like a test. It’s easy for me to be kind to others when I’m in a great mood. The test comes when I’m in a funk.
I think I passed. I certainly hope so.