A few weeks ago, I read another Lousia May Alcott book. The heroine was adorably sweet, as usual. She said something, though, that stuck.
When you’re having a bad day, do something nice for someone else.
I tried it last week.
It worked.
I was in a foul mood. Really foul. The kind of foul that sits and stinks and just fuels itself even thought you can’t find where it all began.
So I sorted my roommate’s embroidery thread. She was starting some cross-stitch projects and had the jumble of floss piled up on her desk. I made her some cards and sorted it out by color and shade. It didn’t take long. But the act of doing it was long enough to breath and focus on someone else. I felt much better, and did something nice at the same time.
Hopefully, next time I’m in a funk, I’ll remember to try it again.
cooking and bringing food to someone also works at easing the funk. it takes you out of yourself, so you can realign. if you can’t change the outside, perhaps you can change the inside. everything is perspective and medium. except when its not, but let’s not go there right now!