The Power of Mood Shifts
There is this infectious thing called mood, a weaponized institution of potential and havoc causing. When foul it has the power to ruin my days, casting palls of greyed out perspective over everything that comes my way.
Even the most delicate and impersonal incidents become litigious dramas playing to empty theaters on the paranoid stages of my mind. But when it is good, o brother, when it is good, I am a smiling, salutary joy. I am a force of fierce happiness to be reckoned with. I light up every crevice with my kindness and my hello, my good morning, how’s it going, and you look beautiful today.