OK, without getting into the details, yesterday had it's funky moments. While none of the three situations are life-wrecking for anyone, all three are involving some straight truth talk, and two are on-going discussions that will not be solved in one or two discussions.
The third of the trio sort of ambushed me electronically late in the evening. My attempts to defuse it resulted in a bigger explosion, providing me with a caveat example to the "soft answer turneth away wrath" principle.
All this to say I went to bed in a bit of a funky mood. Not discouraged....just that feeling you get moments after you realize you've hit a nail with your tire. In the desert. Without a spare. You know it's not going to kill you, but it sure is going to eat up a good chunk of time to fix it.
Here's the wild part...when I woke up this morning, I was carrying the exact same feeling. I don't mean "I woke up, thought about it, got bummed...". I mean between the time I opened my eyes and my feet hit the floor I was under this cloud.
A shower, a killer pot of Bolivian Chuck Roast and twenty minutes of rational thought dispelled the entire thing, so it's not like it's going to wreck another day....but think about it for a minute. That stinking thing, whatever it is, was on me all night.
I have a tendency to think of sleep like death, only shorter. You close your eyes. Your brain shuts off. The world stops spinning, for all intents and purposes. The idea that a feeling...an emotion...could stay with you through the night hours is huge.
I can guarantee you that this will change the way I spend my evening hours. If I am going to own a thought or an emotion for five or six hours, I want to choose that very carefully.