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Passing by
Sep. 11th, 2014 08:28 amTuesday night I was In A Mood. Not for any particular reason; just the culmination of a lot of little things. One of my teeth feels like it's about to split apart if I bite down on it the wrong way, and my dentist can't see me until Friday (and that's after I'd already called twice about cancellations). I'd made a thoughtless comment on a friend's Facebook page and gotten called out for it. Brian's been fighting off a cold and I hadn't been sleeping well as a result. Stuff like that.
Yesterday, none of that had really changed, but I at least got to sleep in a little. And I went to yoga (for real this time) with Megan, who invariably cheers me up when I'm grumpy. (Honestly, I wish we could hang out more; she's witty and intelligent and a compassionate and retentive listener, and doesn't seem to mind my weird mood swings. But I certainly can't blame her for having a full social schedule. Compassionate listeners are in high demand.) It was a high-level, crowded and rapid-fire class, and at the third balancing series I had to tap out due to dizziness, but a minute or so in child's pose and I was better, and by the end of it (and dinner and conversation after) I was feeling pretty great. It probably helped that the temperature had finally dropped to something within range of what feels normal to my Alaska-native senses - mid sixties, with a nice breeze.
Brian's still coughing, and my tooth is still in dire need of attention, but on the whole I feel much much better. It's good, sometimes, to remember that for all they color our perceptions so strongly, emotions and moods are passing things. And I'm grateful for friends who are good at helping scurry the negative ones along.
Yesterday, none of that had really changed, but I at least got to sleep in a little. And I went to yoga (for real this time) with Megan, who invariably cheers me up when I'm grumpy. (Honestly, I wish we could hang out more; she's witty and intelligent and a compassionate and retentive listener, and doesn't seem to mind my weird mood swings. But I certainly can't blame her for having a full social schedule. Compassionate listeners are in high demand.) It was a high-level, crowded and rapid-fire class, and at the third balancing series I had to tap out due to dizziness, but a minute or so in child's pose and I was better, and by the end of it (and dinner and conversation after) I was feeling pretty great. It probably helped that the temperature had finally dropped to something within range of what feels normal to my Alaska-native senses - mid sixties, with a nice breeze.
Brian's still coughing, and my tooth is still in dire need of attention, but on the whole I feel much much better. It's good, sometimes, to remember that for all they color our perceptions so strongly, emotions and moods are passing things. And I'm grateful for friends who are good at helping scurry the negative ones along.
