Friday, I’m In A Mood

A rare day. Sadly, a friend had a life altering mishap. Empathy. Maybe the heaviness was preordained. Winter blues. Waking up, looking in the mirror, acknowledging and recognizing a mood, as in: “I’m in a mood.” “Say it out loud, maybe that will help.” Nope. I read recently that moodiness is a feature of adaptation, ie. highly adaptable people are moody. Like the Lambchop single I lost somewhere while moving, Moody Fucker, recorded before he “made it.” I needed self help today so I told myself, “You know, things could be worse.” It helped, as predicted. There’s the option to push into the darkness, like Pema Chodron recommends, so I can feel connected to humanity in all its sufferings, etc. Playing Blackstar for five hours on repeat, my sort of luxury problem. Maybe being off work today was a problem? Just checked my browser history, which helped: Annie Dillard wrote Teaching a Stone to Talk. She’s so helpful.