Hmmm, I don’t like when these moods hit me. But I have come through much of the awful, horrid, disgusting, fetid month that is February (I am NOT a fan) without a major meltdown or mishap, but now I am definitely getting the sense that something is up. What, I could not tell you. And therein lies the rub.
I feel like H, one of my tutees. Earlier she told me she was sad. OK, so being the mumsy person I am, I of course enquire why. Her reply? “I don’t know, I just know I don’t feel right. It’s like there’s something wrong in my tummy and I don’t feel good and I want to be away.” Man, I know how she feels. H I managed to sort with a hug and some quality time ~ I don’t know what is going to work for me.
I’m eating way too much (I’m a comfort eater, what can I say? I never go overboard – well, not anymore – but it’s a crutch I return to). I’m very tired and all too happy to slouch in front of the TV. I overslept by two hours and was late to school yesterday. My head hurts. I’m teary and more than a little blue. I’ve got three spots ~ and usually my complection kicks ass. I’m just a little lacklustre, I guess.
I’m trying all the usual tricks. Plenty of fresh air. Good food. Good quality sleep (but not too much of it). Sending out as much positive energy as I can. Thinking good thoughts, doing good things. Working hard. Concentrating on the good. Trying hard. Counting blessings. Writing letters and making calls and helping, helping, helping wherever I can.
I just hope I can lift this Eeyore of a mood.
I know how lucky and blessed I am. I know how bad things can be. But please, indulge me a little, just for today. I just want a coffee and a hug and a little kindness.
Love you guys,