Bad Day?

Some days you just wake up unhappy. Maybe there's a reason, but again maybe not. Sometimes it's "just one of those days." Enter this morning. The music that made me smile, look up, and even hop a little when I walked yesterday has no effect today. I find I'm an intellectual observer this morning on my own mood, in a way that almost seems like I'm denying myself the ability to feel.

So many things are going "my way" here. My job requires only a handful of hours per day, which gives me gobs of free time. I work out on a daily basis (sometimes twice per day), which has lead to a me feeling excellent every day (save that nagging congestion and cough I've had for the past three weeks) and has given me a body weight and physique I'm very happy with. I'm developing relationships with people across a wide spectrum of fields, backgrounds, and interests, and I'm generally on top of things.

So why wake up unhappy? Did I turn into a perfectionist overnight? Nope. Is my life suddenly not good enough for me? No, I don't think so. Is it the rain outside? Again, I don't think so; I love the rain, and I've thought about going out to play in it. Maybe I'm not as happy being single as I thought? Possibly, but frankly I knew what I was getting into when I ended my last relationship in March. What about job satisfaction? Maybe teaching isn't the thing for me, but I think that's wholly offset by being here, exploring, and taking adventures that make me feel so alive that I've wondered why I didn't do this sooner.

Nope, I don't know why I woke up in a sour mood. But what I do know is that over the course of writing this, I've gotten to be back in that cheerful mood I've been enjoying for several months straight now. It makes me feel kinda like Pointy-Haired Boss from Dilbert (really, he has no name except that) in this comic:



Don't ask me why I remember this comic from 1998; I have no idea, either.