Pick a Color

We all know what it’s like. Not in the mood for dancing. Not in the mood for capitulation. Not in the mood for love.

What is this mood thing? It seems to be a state of being of the mind. Like an overcast cerebrum or a bright sunny pineal. I picture it as a reflection of our mental fitness at the moment. Our body gets tired, maybe our mind gets tired, too; or pumped up.

Most of us seem to have the ability to adjust our moods. Maybe we don’t have 100% control, but the conscious mind does seem to have some say about the moods that the subconscious brews up. The thing is, there are subtleties to moods. It’s not always storms or bright sun. I know how to deal with the truly foul funk, but how about the mild malaise?

Half the battle for me is recognizing the power of the “mood” to cast my life for me, hour by hour. Last night I found myself at a fun birthday party with music and dancing and pretty women in party dresses who wanted to talk with me and dance with me. But I was just not in the mood. It was only there at the club that I was able to see how much of a drudgery I had concocted in my mind. It probably took me days to get myself into such a state, and I couldn’t see it until it hit me in the face. Sometimes just paying attention and checking in is half the battle.