Day 10: "What a difference a day makes, 24 little hours . . . "
Funny how dramatically my mood can change overnight for no apparent reason. Yesterday I was chugging along in high spirits. The Challenge was amusing, liberating, an adventure. Today I'm not, and it isn't. I woke up cranky -- restless bored and out of sorts. Yesterday's sense of freedom has turned claustrophobic, and I want . . . want . . . What?
Now there's the rub. I don't want
any thing. What I do want is to not be where I am at the moment. This isn't fun any more, so I need to make it different. Spending is a mood-altering drug. So there. Mature attitude, huh? Yeah, right.
This has nothing to do with the Challenge actually. Just one of those days. Still, I've been eager to brag about the good times, so I need to be honest about this one.Grumble. Grumble.
Later --
I finally got so sick of myself I walked to the office on a manufactured errand. Had coffee and a chat with the manager about bookkeeping issues. Friday is treats in the breakroom, and I demonstrated why bearded men don't eat jelly doughnuts in public.
Went home to shower (again), and found a quartet of tomatoes left for me by my horticultural neighbor (with whom I have just fallen madly in love). (Tomatoes can do that on Day 10.) Things were looking up.
Looked up even more when the postman brought a rebate check from my insurance company, AND official notification the COLA on my retirement was funded to the maximum, effective this month.
Not only am I not spending, but they're throwing money at me.
