Grumpy Pants
I have my grumpy pants on.
I’m on the end of two short shifts in a row at work, (3.25 and 3 hours) on a Friday and Saturday night, when I have bills coming out of my every orifice, and just have a general distaste for life at this juncture.
The only way I can think of to describe it is I feel like I’m treading water. But there is no possible way to stop, if I do, I’ll drown. So I just plod along, keep on plodding along.
Actually it’s like a disgust sort of at the moment. A fed up. An “enough!”
The good thing is that my mother stuffs self help paraphernalia in my hands, so sometime I’ve read Jim Rohn’s “Four Emotions that can Lead to Life Change” and know that the emotion that follows “disgust” is “decision”.
“Decision” better come soon or it’ll be “demolition”.
