This is hard. The problem with bad moods is that there is an entitlement to them. 'I'm entitled to this bad mood, and I'm not letting anyone else tell me how to behave. And if you're chipper, get over it.'
It's Mother's Day. During a late lunch punctuated by tonic and dense chocolate, I inquired to my mom and sister about what they might do when faced with a bad attitude. (Pardon me for a moment, I need to do a rapid eject on Paul Simon's newest; the current song is called Questions for the Angels, give me a break... Wow, and I'm not kidding: I just ejected the CD and put iTunes on random and the first song is from his Graceland album. Why?) Anyhow, my mom said some lovely things, the most poignent of which was: be an observer.
So here's this now. There is a website I have to use for work which sends documents to required persons in a timely manner, except that it doesn't. It is jumpy, sticky, buggy, and at the end of it all usually gives me a bold red warning indicating that the last 15 minutes of my life were a complete joke. So I guess at this moment, I'll be... an observer?
Waiting.
Here's what I'd rather do. I'm going to make a some-ecard in dedication.
It's Mother's Day. During a late lunch punctuated by tonic and dense chocolate, I inquired to my mom and sister about what they might do when faced with a bad attitude. (Pardon me for a moment, I need to do a rapid eject on Paul Simon's newest; the current song is called Questions for the Angels, give me a break... Wow, and I'm not kidding: I just ejected the CD and put iTunes on random and the first song is from his Graceland album. Why?) Anyhow, my mom said some lovely things, the most poignent of which was: be an observer.
So here's this now. There is a website I have to use for work which sends documents to required persons in a timely manner, except that it doesn't. It is jumpy, sticky, buggy, and at the end of it all usually gives me a bold red warning indicating that the last 15 minutes of my life were a complete joke. So I guess at this moment, I'll be... an observer?
Waiting.
Here's what I'd rather do. I'm going to make a some-ecard in dedication.
I am following you and appreciating your reality. Today, after my two-hours-late-to-work-puffy-eyed-blurry bike ride I found my adjustment through coworkers and coffee. Simple, unexpected, real.
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