I've been in a mood this week and I can't seem to shake it. Could be too many rainy days. Could be the state of the world. Could be my bedtime reading. Maybe it's Mercury. Whatever it is, it's persistent and grim. I've had about enough.
The only way I know out is through gestures. Going through the motions of kindness, patience and gratitude eventually makes me feel kindness, patience and gratitude. It's a weird little shell game to play. You move around the empty pieces long enough and suddenly something appears. Substance materializes. Rabbits pop out of the hat.
I am always hoping for rabbits.