Gritting my teeth

[vcmw]

One of the odd ways I'm sure that I'm getting less depressed as I age is this: when I hit a part of my day that makes me want to grit my teeth and hold on, generally the feeling passes.  After a few hours of going on, I recover my balance.  At some point, going on actually transmutes into simply being engaged in the moment again.

I could not imagine this at 19.  At 19, bad days were usually bad weeks.  Certainly a foul mood would last until I went to bed at least.  That doesn't happen so often now.  Yay for practice on better mental habits!