‘Bred Crumbs

A thing you may know about me is my tendency to look for a way to worry about anything. Another is that my mood is influenced by light or lack of — not so badly that I need to be prescribed a vast bank of lights, but it probably wouldn’t hurt me.

So yesterday, a day when the fog decided not to roll back entirely, leaving a thin mask through which the sun valiantly struggled to shine, I obsessed about something new I’m trying (no, not the thing some of you are assuming), thinking it’s a mistake, I can’t do it, etc. Nearly all day, only really forgetting it when I got home and turned my attention to de-stressing my partner after a 12-hour work day.

This morning’s weather was far more the kind most people would call gloomy, the fog squatting hard over the city. I woke up and thought almost immediately about yesterday’s obsession topic — and thought, it will be fine, maybe even good. And just like that, I set it aside.

As I headed for work, my MP3 player, on shuffle, decided to test me, starting with a string of songs that were a perfect match for the gray. (Incidentally, the songs also all had one-word titles: "Talisman," "Star," "Low.") I sang along in my head, and marvelled at the moodiness, but did not succumb. Actually, I nudged perilously close to perky.

No, I don’t understand me either. Though the explanation may simply be: getting enough sleep for a change.