Ever Just Wake Up In A Lousy-Ass Mood? #MOMF

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I am convinced that cooler weather and darkness are harbingers of feeling blah. Ever wake up and just feel lousy day even though you aren’t sick? Just breathing seems like effort? Ordinarily, we mental health professionals would say that you start with what you are thinking. Identify your negative thoughts and argue them. But, sometimes, don’t you think you just woke up pissy?

Today, I was thinking of my algorithm for these occasions. (Draw your own conclusions.) In the end, I came to some common conclusions regardless of the cause.

Check these out.

Scenario One (Easy Fix):

I wake up in a bad mood.

I ask myself why.

If I know the answer and it is simply about me (e.g., “I didn’t get enough sleep”), I then ask if it is under my control to fix it and what do I need to do. (“Can I arrange more sleep?”)

If the answer is yes, then I do something. (I roll over.) Problem solved.

If the answer is that I can’t fix it, then I need to move on, motherfucker. I get on with my day because I have no choice. I will have to actively try to not infect others with my nasty feelings.

Scenario Two (Rumination Fix):

I wake up in a bad mood.

I ask myself why.

If I know the answer (e.g., “I’m worried about a friend who is making bad choices.”), I must then ask if it is under my control to fix it and should I fix it. (“While I may have the ability to do something, it is not a good idea to try and fix other people’s lives. Not that I could fix anything anyway.”)

Is there something I need to do? (“No way!”)

I move on, motherfucker. I schedule myself to be busy to distract from ruminating about things I can’t control. Eventually I will find myself moving onto other useless thoughts.

Scenario Three: (Sadness Fix):

I wake up in a bad mood.

I ask myself why.

I know the answer is because I got bad news or I am fucked in some way.

I ask myself if there is something I need to do, but there is nothing to be done.

I bow down to that.

I acknowledge that.

I feel that.

I then move on, motherfucker and schedule myself to do lots of things so that I don’t sit around and worry all day about things I can’t change. (otherwise known as a mindfuck)

I bitch to someone because it helps to empty my shit sack. Having had an emotional enema, I move on, motherfucker. (One emotional enema is enough. Too many will cause other problems with your mental flora.)

Scenario Four (Voodoo Fix):

I wake up in a bad mood.

I ask myself why.

There is no answer.

I don’t need to search harder for an answer. I just need to keep myself busy.

I outsmart myself by scheduling a bunch of things to do in the hopes that I will come out of it.

I exercise ASAP. 80% of the time I can reset my brain with no further action needed. I move on, motherfucker because I have too much shit to do, and I end up feeling better.

Ha! In the end, it always ends up with me moving on — either through consciously letting go, keeping busy, emptying my shit sack, and resetting my brain with exercise.

I hope this helps you slap the shit out of a bad day! #MOMF

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Using mindfulness and profanity to feel better. For more fun, follow me on Twitter/Facebook@jeckleberryhunt jodieeckleberryhunt.com

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