A Moment in My Life – Monday, August 10, 2020
I started my day with a case of the blahs—brought on by what? I have no idea. I slept well. It was Saturday, so I allowed myself to sleep in an hour. Okay, so if you think about it, it wasn’t really sleeping in since I went to bed a couple of hours later than I should’ve and would’ve if it were a school night. I felt well-rested when the alarm woke me at 7:00. I got up and got myself together, got my coffee, and just as I approached my desk, I felt it—the wave of something in my subconscious going nuts inside my mind. I stopped in my tracks, surveying my desk and surroundings. I concentrated, observing the cause that was like a puppy racing, from spot to spot inside my head, sniffing around, looking for something, but what? What was it telling me? What was causing the void? I don’t know. I had no idea what triggered it or what it was, but there it was, lingering, telling me something wasn’t right for me. You know what? I hate it when that happens. I dislike obscurity, especially when it comes to something troubling me.
I missed those days when I had Mark here to be my sounding board. He was always so comforting. Even if he wasn’t able to solve my problems, he patiently listened to me and offered possibilities that added value to my plight. That’s neither here nor there now.
I went to bed feeling happy and content and woke up with the blahs. About a year ago, I went to bed feeling happy and content but woke up the next day with a heart attack. Compared to that, I gladly take the blahs. What gives, though? I thought of the conversation I had with my friend on the phone the day before. She was feeling Covid-19 anxiety. As we talked, I told her that I’ve been fortunate that I haven’t experienced it, and I doubt that I would. Then, I woke up feeling the blahs. I call it the blahs for lack of a better description. I wonder if it was our chat that brought the blahs on.
As the morning drifted away, I was no closer to identifying the problem or the source. I hoped that some revelation would surface so that I would know what caused it, then I could fix the problem. When I realized that that wasn’t going to happen, I gave up letting it control my day. The only thing that I could think of to do was to reframe my mind. That’s when I decided that I needed to do something to change my course onto something more productive.
I’ve intended to address the piles of stuff that I had for the Salvation Army. I googled and learned they were now opened seven days a week. Excellent! I couldn’t tell if the donation truck was open, though. I called them, and yes, they were opened. That got me excited and energized, and off to the garage to pack up everything ready for drop off.
Before I could run my errand, a friend texted me and alerted me to a mutual friend’s virtual wedding that was happening in an hour. I almost missed it! It was a beautiful wedding. I was thrilled that I didn’t miss it.
Long story short, the day may have started off looking glum, but once I reframed my attitude towards it, I was able to turn my day into a pleasant and productive one. Once I began down the new course, whatever was troubling me was replaced with good thoughts from a day well spent.