I woke up this morning feeling prickly. Like all my nerve endings were on high alert and I was definitely not a ray of sunshine. Mornings are a bundle of dog-related activities as they are the center of the universe (my fault on that one). As I come back into the kitchen there are aluminum cans on the counter that should be placed in the recycling bin and garbage that is overflowing. In a household of four humans, I apparently am the only one who can see the garbage has reached its maxed capacity.
Even after my shower, a jolt of caffeine, and a quick visit to Pinterest (well, not quick, as it is the equivalent to a visit to Target without the price tags), I still felt prickly. I close my eyes and pray. I even attempt a verbal proclamation with the man upstairs, but I am still teetering on the edge of annoyance. Long gone are the days where I overthink the situation. If there is no clear reason as to why I feel a particular way, I prefer to not poke the bear. I am not a delight when I am in this space. In fact, I should probably having a warning label attached to me today.
What I do know is that I have choices on how this day can unfold. I can shift my attitude if I choose to or reside in the uncomfortable place of pure annoyance. Totally up to me. This too shall pass. I know this feeling will not last forever.
Today, I don’t have to pretend I am something I am not. What I can do is to not take hostages with my sour attitude or punish those around me. Trust me, the men in this house go into hiding when my sunny disposition has taken a vacation. With all of this being said, I need to be gentle with myself. There isn’t room for berating or self-deprecating talk. Instead, I just need to allow myself the dignity of walking through whatever feelings that I am having and trust that I will come out the other side feeling lighter.