My mood was not a good one by the time I reached my little boys, I was angry, annoyed irritated. And blaming every driver, “official” the traffic cops who quite seriously do not seem to have a bloody clue, the road, the time you name it I blamed it. I tried I tried so hard to see the positive, and I couldn’t! I couldn’t! I did get the giggles when there was a woman on foot basically lapping me! She passed my four times.
My zen my calm my happy thoughts were smooshed worse than a blood sucking mosquito. I was over it.
The worst part was that mood filtered into the rest of everything, I yelled at the boys I threw stuff, I said many words ladies should not say, even if it is only under their breath. I had washing to put away and every jersey I tried to put on the shelves only knocked three more down so I got the hell in and swore at the shelves and left the jerseys in a pile on the floor it was not a happy evening at all.
The next day when I did put them away, my mind was calm I was having pink and blue thoughts, not fiery red ones, and guess what the jerseys, snuggled into their spots effortlessly. So out bad moods can even affect something as simple as a jersey!
But I never got mad at myself for not being able to see the joy and the love in the moment, I never put myself down for it. You will have those days, I will have those days, many many many of them and it is ok. When the sun comes up again, it’s a new day and that means it has absolutely all the power to be amazing.
And the jerseys will life another day to be treated with kindness and gentleness. It will all be ok.