You’ve probably been there—as hard as you try, you can’t shake the doom and gloom. And the silly thing is, the “doom and gloom” isn’t all that horrible. It’s not even remotely bad. But for some strange reason, your mood has flipped from happy to sad or angry, and you’re wondering: what the hell happened?
Life is good. There is a lot to be grateful for. Friends abound, family is near, and there are a job and home to go to. Okay, winning the big lottery jackpot hasn’t happened yet (there’s lots of time for that to occur—keep the faith).
I’ve decided that there are little mischievous sprites flitting about; their wispy voices aren’t audible to the ears, just the mind. They play pranks and warp our perceptions. Blame the mood swing or change in point-of-view on the sprites.
I’d so much rather be positive, cheerful, hopeful. And if this means believing in sprites, I’m all for it. Because next time I go from “all is good” to “I’m feelin’ off”, I’m going to flick those mischief-makers away. They’re tiny and weightless; won’t take much effort. And I wouldn’t want to hurt them anyway. They’re just tricksters with gremlin tendencies, having fun at my expense.