I got up on the wrong side of the bed today….
What does that mean anyway? I felt out of sorts, out of kilter, glum.
How did I know that was the case? The first comment out my mouth, Daniel took the wrong way. So naturally I thought he was the one ‘up on the wrong side’.
I did my morning mindfulness meditation anyway, and let myself be in the experience of feeling out of sorts. I discovered that I didn’t like it, but it was a whole lot better than trying to resist the feeling and pretending I was ‘just fine’.
There was further proof as the day went on that I wasn’t travelling well. The communications that I delivered to people had a hidden agenda, and I experienced a general sense of social ineptness when I was with friends.
The feeling wore off as the day went on. The mindfulness meditation might be helping. I can see myself learning 3 important skills that come directly from the daily practice: an improved ability to stay focused and not be distracted by feelings, the ability to notice when I’m not paying attention, and the ability to refocus my attention once I’ve noticed it’s wandered.
Funks come and go, and probably always will, but I don’t necessarily have to go down the plug hole with them.