.tell me something good.

One day last week I managed to work myself into quite a funk.

You've been there right?

It starts with something small in the morning.

And then someone pulls out in front of you on the way to work.

You get to work and all of the coffee is gone.

And then you get a frustrating email.

The next thing you know, its 10:30am

and you're in a full-blown bad mood

complete with black cloud hanging over your desk.

Yep, that was me.
On that particular day I had planned to spend my lunch
participating in my imaginary version of MTV's Two-A-Days KW Edition
at the gym in my office building
but decided to sulk on a bench eat my lunch at Capital Park.
In "Please no one speak to me!" fashion,
I popped my earbuds in and
shoved my sunglasses on my face.

Of course, the first song that popped up on my Pandora
was a Glee song.

A poppy, upbeat, not-meshing-with-my-emo-mood Glee song.

Tell Me Something Good.

Seriously?

I don't want to think about anything good, I just want to sulk.
But then, on about Matthew Morrison's 14th round of
"Tell Me Something Good"s,
my mind started to wonder and I thought back to the first time someone had made that request of me.

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When I was in Kindergarten, I hated it.
I was the first grandchild on one side and the first girl on the other so
I was used to getting lots of personal attention
and being around mostly adults.
Kindergarten totally cramped my style.
Every day I would tell my teacher Mrs. Greenwood that I didn't feel good and needed to go home.
Not joking, every. single. day.
Of course, she saw right through me and
would respond that she didn't want me to tell her that anymore
and moveover, she wanted me to come to her and confidently say,
"I feel good."

Now, on my list of priorities right behind getting
the h-e-double hockey sticks out of kindergarten
was my desire to please authority.
So one day I worked up my courage, walked up to my teacher and whispered,
"I feel good."

Did I really feel good?

No! I still hated Kindergarten with all of its

other kids, nap times, sharing and having to wait for it to be my special day.

{seriously, why didn't I realize a good thing when I had it??}

After that I realized that I really did feel better if I focused on feeling better.
And I never told my teacher that I felt bad again.

Okay, that's a lie.

The reason that I never told her that I felt bad again was because

she called me out in class and embarrassed me really bad.
Buuuuut as an adult, I do realize the truth of what Mrs. Greenwood tried to instill in me.

Even though there are frustrating and stressful things going on,
there are still good things happening.
I can choose to focus on the good and feel better.
Or I can choose to focus on the bad and be crabby.
Its my choice.
So, tell me, what helps you get out of a bad mood?
And, if you're in a bad mood right now,
my friend Kori recommends that you read THIS.

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