Let me tell you about something odd I’ve done in the past that was surprisingly helpful when my mood was low.
It’s on one condition, though.
You see, I’d really love to know if you’ve discovered other peculiar, but strangely helpful, solutions in the past, yourself.
Pop them in a comment on the blog, please, and I’ll round them up and share them in the form of a future post.
OK, it’s confession time. I’ll go first.
When I lived in Peterborough (I left the UK a little over three years ago now) there were days when I felt so wretched that I really couldn’t face working, or even having much to do with anyone else.
But I knew that if I didn’t get out of the house soon, I’d start climbing the walls.
So on more than a couple of occasions, I rode the bus from the stop just along the street all the way to the end of its route.
I got off, wherever I’d ended up, then waited for a return bus to take me home.
It was oddly calming to be driven along unfamiliar roads, knowing I’d easily be able to get home.
But in the time I was on the bus, there was little I could do other than sit and enjoy the view.
I can’t be more specific than that about why it worked, but it kind of did.
So now it’s your turn.
Don’t be shy. Or if you are, simply use a nom de plume when you leave a comment.
Surely I can’t be the only one to have found comfort in eccentric behaviour when the black dog called?