Ever have one of those days, maybe even one of those weeks...Shall I continue?
I was at work the other morning, looked at my watch and only an hour had gone by. Seven more hours of feeling whatever I was feeling. I was cutting tee decks at the golf course during a shotgun start so I am sure I was frustrated. Beating myself up that I was taking far too long, trying to convince myself that I do a better job than everybody else so it was ok to take longer. Fact is, nobody cares how well they are done, just get them done. Although that may not be entirely true, we care a little bit as a crew how well somebody else does their job, very little.
So I was feeling pretty crappy when I walked in the door to my living space. The cats normally greet me, happy to see that the food guy just arrived. Today was different, Sarah greeted with a roll of fly paper stuck to her fur. Suddenly all those feelings about me disappear and the only thing that concerns me is this cat with fly paper.
Isn't it strange how one event can change the attitudes we have. We may be feeling great all day and something may happen and our whole day is ruined and we turn into a Mr. Grumpy Pants. Unfortunately, it seldom happens the other way.
I don't take advice well, if someone had told me to snap out of it, I probably would respond with a classic response to myself,something like,"Shut up!" But when a cat and some fly paper give me advice, I listen.
