I am feeling distinctly disgruntled and I seriously need some gruntling.
You know that feeling where you start to have hope, just a wee bit, that something in your life might develop into something interesting…
and then it doesn’t?
Or you start looking out for new opportunities and fun…
And can’t find them? Or they seem askew somehow?
Or you do all you can to be charming and lovely and kind and caring and supportive…
and it’s taken as due, no special thanks required? (Not referring to you, TC, if you are reading this)
Well, that leads to disgruntlement, in my experience. Displeased, peevish, sulky.
So I need gruntlement when that happens – a good laugh with friends, support from my gal pals, a good book, a better writing session, a hangout with creativity in some way.
Usually, that’s all it takes for me to become gruntled again. Tomorrow I’m off exploring an island I’ve never seen before.