Looking at Myself - Am I Nuts or What?

I must be wierd. Not because I look at what's going on in me, and what that has to do with the life I'm living. But because I don't think it's strange.

Is everyone like this? Or is it just me?

Anyway, today I was considering this thing called mood. You know, that special attitude that happens when we're having a good day, or get up on the wrong side of the bed.

So, here I am, rather than planning my day first thing in the morning, I'm going on this wild goose chase to find out where mood comes from. Is it the result of the outer circumstances of my day? Or does it come about as a choice I make somewhere within me?

I don't think it's the latter, at least not at a conscious level. Because it rarely results just from me saying, "I think I'll be in a good mood today." Rather, it just sort of happens.

So I started looking to see where mood starts.

Going Within

A funny thing happened on this particular journey to the center of my being.

My mind decided it didn't want to go. I tried to look. But it had other things it wanted me to see. So it started bringing me thoughts about aspects of my outer life to consider.

One of those had to do with my youngest son, who's a bowler. All of a sudden my mind is dissecting the process of rolling a hook. Whoa! Wait a minute, there.

It's not like I didn't want to figure out how to teach him that. But not now, for heaven's sake.