Yet Again

We've all had our funks and it takes it's toll on us all. The Diva was the latest victim in this epidemic. It's an unexplainable event that just takes over us and puts us into this mood that we can't shake. It just goes away, but for some people it hangs around for awhile. Mine lasted a fucking week and nothing helped. Although I'm better, the effect of it has tarnished others. I'm not saying that I'm to blame for others moods, I know that others effect me when they do nothing but be negative all the time. It's really a combination of things that set it off. I suppose having a some kind of release would have done the trick, like a night of drinking, or the one thing that I can't touch anymore. If we were in Cali, our release would be walking the park to soak in the happiness that fills us each time we go. Maybe a healthy walk around the block with the dogs and good music in my ears. It sure helped yesterday, and to be getting back into my exercise routine has made me a better person for sure.