“Grumpy” is a state of mind, just like happiness or contentment or joy. It’s a choice to be grumpy, or not to be grumpy. That said, I see an awful lot of people driving or walking or biking or sitting around with a look on their face that would sour milk. I don’t know about you, but when I am grumpy, I feel it on all levels—my face, my brain, my heart, my very soul. It feels awful.
So, how to change out of Grumpy Mode? Depending on your state of mind, this can be easy or hard. Speaking only for myself, there are days when I feel grumpy inside and out. It’s a lot like having a constant stomachache that isn’t painful enough to run to the Emergency Room—it’s just a nagging ache that you get used to over time. If you let let grumpiness take over, you will find that you’ll live with much more unhappiness, and very little joy.
Grumpiness is like a pervasive weed; it soon takes over the lawn, the flowers, the trees and sometimes even your house. It’s something you really have to nip in the bud (no pun intended) before it gets out of hand. So how do we do that? Take it from me, a card-carrying member of the Grumpy von Grumpenstein club, it can be done. Here’s how:
- No matter how you feel, smile. Smiling has a psycho-physical effect; it’s hard to feel bad while smiling. Best of all, it affects other people, too—there is something about seeing a smiling face that makes you want to smile as well.
- Say to yourself over and over again, “all is well.” Soon it WILL be.
- Think of three things (or more) that make you happy.
- Forgive someone, even if it’s only in your mind.
- Listen or look at something funny. Personally, I recommend LOL Cats online. Cracks me up every time.
As a person who has experienced grumpiness more times than I’d like to admit, being grumpy has a poor payoff. It’s like *eating a whole cake; it’s wonderful at first, but the misery that follows is definitely not worth it.
*Just so you know, I have never in my life eaten a whole cake. I did however eat a gigantic whoopee pie once while visiting my parents one summer. My mother told me I should split it and just eat one half. Did I listen? Nooooooooooooooooooo! I spent the rest of that day moaning in pain and hearing my mother say, ‘I told you so!” Believe me, the later was the worst of it…