I finally stopped moping today.
I had been suffering from a general malaise caused by heat, and lack of sleep, and exacerbated by questions I couldn’t answer, and projects I didn’t want to touch because if I did then I’ll have more and tougher decisions later.
It all felt like too much. Not clinical depression but a significant funk.
Fortunately I had the luxury of time. My deadlines were self-directed and nothing was crucial. I was able to let myself feel blue, explore the notion of giving up selected goals that seemed unreachable, and read trash novels on the beach.
This morning things didn’t seem so hard. I took the initial actions I’d been fretting about. I don’t have everything completely figured out but that’s okay. I have enough decided so that I can let things unfold and see what happens.
I credit supportive friends, better weather, and some good nights’ sleep, plus patience with myself and a handy journal. Highly recommended.
Sometimes you just have to feel the mopey feelings and give yourself a little grace.
I highlighted “Sometimes you just have to feel the mopey feelings and give yourself a little grace.” We have such high expectations for our moods. Types of moods number in the dozens, but we only allow a narrow selection as acceptable. You are right about taking a look at your circumstances and environment and making choices. But not with a bludgeon ready to give a critical swing. I had to train myself to let it be okay if I’m not cheery 100% of the time. If being neutral or contemplative is a shock for people who know me, that’s fine. If they love me, they will want me to be real, not affected. So, when I hear a somber tone in their voice or they don’t communicate per usual, s’right. We all have a bit of Eeyore in us.
So true.