You can decide. Do you want to be depressed? Or would you rather be happy and content?
Would you rather complain about your situation, or would you rather do something about it?
Today, in both cases, for me, it is the former. I let myself be depressed, I choose to complain.
I went to breakfast at 7:40. My table mate was served two nice bran muffins. I chose to have scrambled eggs with mine. By 8:20, forty minutes later, I still had no breakfast. My second cup of coffee was gone.
Some people complain about everything, I do a "silent burn". I decided that when my eggs DO come, IF they were cold, I would set my plate in the middle of the floor and roll out.
My eggs came, and I secretly wished they would be cold so I could activate my plan of protest. They were slightly warm. I ate a little, left most, and rolled out, very grumpy.
Grumpy I remain. Alas, I will stay grumpy until I "get ahold of myself" and decide I'd rather be content.
Writing in my journal helps a little: misery love company.
Don't let me get YOU down.
I will recover. I will write a happy entry later... I have a plan for today, and something to "do", and that will help[.