I was just talking to Kelly about how our moods affect our bodies.

I think it’s crazy that just because I’m a little bit stressed, or nervous, or anxious, that my body should totally give up and just make the problem worse.

My digestive system should be disconnected from my mood.

I don’t like drinking out of styrofoam cups, but I’m having my tea this morning out of a styrofoam cup.

Why?

Oh, because my nice tasty cup of tea that Paul made for me is sitting on the kitchen counter at home. With my lunch.

As I drove to work this morning, I realized that I do more harm to myself than anyone else does to me.

It comes as no shock to anyone who knows me that I’ve always been an emotional person. I respond to challenges in my life with excitement, anger, elation … and I do so quickly and “automatically.”

But it would be really great if I had some control over how I expressed my emotions.

I’d like to be able to get angry, without letting my anger ruin my entire day.

I’d like to be able to feel disappointed, without leaping to the conclusion that the “offender” hurt me on purpose.

I’d like to be able to feel frustrated, without allowing frustration to become despair.

I’d like to be able to feel happy, without seeming like I’m totally out of control.

One of these days, I’m going to manage to do it.

I have some really talented, really creative friends who do amazing things with digital images. I really wish I could do the things that they do with Photoshop, but I just don’t get it. And what’s more, I’m too lazy to figure it out.

My greatest image achievement to date is making the gradient for the header of this web site. (Thanks, GIMP.)