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Well, that didn’t work because I can’t think of any ways to change my life. Besides, I like 95% of it. Maybe I can just change the five percent.
So after whining and sighing for weeks, driving myself into the arms of my patient therapist for balm and succor, I find myself today in a good mood.
It is all so easy now. I can stand on my head or spin a yarn or even contemplate those scattered unpleasant tasks and thoughts I’ve been putting off.
Perhaps I don’t need to play word games on my iPhone obsessively any more.
I might still play them for fun, though.
