photo by me

I was working out yesterday afternoon and I was really enjoying myself. I was on a new machine, I was feeling good on it, I was realizing that I was getting a great workout on it, and the adrenaline rush that was giving me a high. In addition, I was listening to one of my favorite groups, Indigo Girls, on my iPod and I was having a hard time not singing and dancing as I was working out.

I was feeling really, really good. It was a positive experience.

I got off the machine and went to get the disinfectant to wipe it down and a guy comes up to me. He says, “You looked like you were having such a good time. It was making me smile.”

That made me grin like an idiot. Heh. Feeling good is infectious. It breeds and propogates. We share it with someone and they, in turn, share it with someone else.

But the same is true for sadness. Or loneliness.

After that euphoria, I went home and got some sad news. Some news that, at first blush, hurt my feelings deeply.

I was in tears most of the night and didn’t sleep well. It was a fitful sleep.

When I got up this morning, I wanted to shoot off an e-mail, questioning. I wanted answers. I wanted to understand what was going on.

What I realized, though, is that none of that really matters. And my feelings aren’t as hurt now as they were at first thought.

I’m going to be okay. I will survive this minor setback and move on.