I realized today after I’d been a bit more snarky than normal that I’ve got a good case of the grumps. What is interesting about this case of the grumps is that it is mostly manifesting in lack of patience with people, with things, with the season. With everything. It isn’t patience with speed but with more the patience you call upon when you need to be tolerant or mindful.  I’m finding that those small things I can typically – and easily – let go of are harder to simply breathe away.

I know that this will be a short lived thing but I also think there is no harm to me in taking a moment to acknowledge that I’m out of sorts. To remind myself to breathe deep. To find my center and balance. To not fall into being impatient and grumpy.