mycalicocat

Seems like BarelyBlogging had a bad week. Me too, except it was better than the week before. I know that sPorcupine didn't think much of hers. So it goes sometimes. But while many people find Friday evenings a time for happy hours and such, I tend to have had about enough of the making-a-living part of my life.

I have some tried-and-true tricks for this.

Number one is to disengage --remembering that there is an entire world out there full of movies, music, literature, history, art, faraway cities like Katmandu or Bangalore, oceans, porpoises, giraffes, sand, mountains, tigers sleeping in the jungle, red pandas, etc. plus about a zillion people who never heard of me and would be bored out of their minds with an account of my day, and I should "change the subject in my head" to something more interesting, more enlightening or more entertaining than my job and its daily doses of nonsense.
I have gotten very good at this over the years, because if I don't stop myself, I have a tendency to finish the meat and chew on the bones when it comes to problems.

Number two is to do my custard pie meditation. This involves imagining having an endless supply of custard pies and being rich enough to pay somebody (possibly a really annoying clown or a mime) to throw pies into the faces of various persons on my list. At one time the list when all the way back to second grade, but I have let some of that go.
I have another good fantasy which is called just driving west all the way out to the Pacific coast, looking at little towns along the way.

Number three is to remember that "the evil of the day is sufficient thereof" which is to remind myself my time is too precious to give any problem or aggravation more of my time than it absolutely requires.

Number four is to recite to myself a line from Yeats --
"When such as I cast out remose,
then such a sweetness flows into the breast;
We must laugh and we must sing.
We are blest by everything,
and everything we look upon is blest."