It’s a beautiful day outside – one of those spring days that start out a bit brisk (too cold even for this seat-heater obsessed gal to drive with the top down) but by 1pm, you know it’s going to be gorgeous. At 1pm, however, instead of enjoying the day, I will be in a conference call. Because my Mondays and Tuesdays are usually comprised of hours upon hours of conference calls. Which, while they serve a point, annoy me nearly as much as people calling my cell phone while at work (which I’m trying very hard to get over.)

I’m in a bad mood. It’s been a while since I’ve been in a bad mood – things have been going quite swimmingly in my life as of late, so my moods have basically varied between happy, jubilant, excited and giddy. And now, for no apparent reason, I’m sort of in a funk.

It’s not PMS, so don’t go there. Nothing bad has happened; quite the contrary. The weather is nice, my job (despite aforementioned conference calls of irkdom) is going well, and my personal life is also on the upswing. Yet, like unattributed anxiety, I’ve got unattributed funk-dom.

And it pisses me off.

A vicious cycle, in fact. I want to be in a good mood, to enjoy the day, to look forward to my run this evening and the weekend ahead and the summer months to come. (Not that this funk will be lasting that long, mind you, but I think ahead.) And yet I can’t seem to just talk myself into a good mood, and not knowing WHY I’m all fidgety and sour and glum is really annoying. Thus, being pissed and sour and glum and annoyed and trying to find a cause to these emotions basically starts a feedback loop of dourness.

To quote Lloyd Dobler, seer of all things wise and witty and poignant, “How hard is it to decide to be in a good mood and be in a good mood once in a while?”

Like his sister said, “Gee, it’s easy.”

I think I need some cheering up.

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