So I made the decision to be blue. I moped around, rummaged for some sort of snack that would magically make my blues disappear and watched my new Netflix obsession, Cash in the Attic.
As I was sitting there wallowing in my depression I figured I could at least make myself feel better by having dinner ready for my family when they got home (trying not to spend money). Besides, what good does it do to wallow in my depression when my family will come home and determine they just need to steer clear of me? What good does it do to pout alone? I hate it when no one acknowledges that I'm pouting.
So while I was in the kitchen pulling dinner together I did the dishes, picked stuff up off the tables, gathered the mail from all the random locations my husband chooses to set it in and sorted it. Just the activity alone made me feel better and even spurred a column idea.
I guess the moral of the story is no matter how you feel you just need to put on your big girl panties and pull yourself together.