It was one of those days. I spent a good, productive morning getting everyone’s (mine, Bruce’s, my mother’s) paper work out of the way. With checkbooks balanced and bills paid, Bruce and I took a walk to the post office before I planned to settle in to a long awaited afternoon in the studio. In the mail was an incorrectly figured bill, related to some supplemental care for my mother. Oy. The studio afternoon ooozed through my fingers in a series of phone calls, document searches, and my growing annoyance with just about everything.
I was beset by a BAD mood, and Bruce wisely went off to play BADminton. (So very different from each other.) And then I remembered my commitment to posting on my blog. Blech. What the hell was I going to write about? Certainly not about all the jewelry I finally worked on in the studio. Because I didn’t get to do THAT this afternoon. Grumble, grumble, grumble.
I started to look through old photos for inspiration. Yeah, I know gratitude is a tool to get out of self pity mode. When I don’t feel the least bit grateful I start by being glad I do not have a sharp stick in my eye. Really. I thought about pulling out random photos of things for which I am grateful. I was still grumbling until I came across the first photos I took using little plastic props. At last. The mischievous angry kitties made me smile, and life was getting back into perspective.