When I’m feeling blue I have a tendency to bury myself in projects. Writing, sewing, drawing, crafting, jewelry-making, anything creative that has a tangible result. For me, sitting still, wallowing and indulging in my unhappiness, even for a little while, which would be perfectly acceptable, just makes it worse for me. I feel like I’m not doing anything to not be unhappy. I’m being a lay, fat lump and that just makes my blues worse. Happiness is something I should always work for!
So I take action.
I fill up my time with projects until my mood changes.
I’ve been feeling a low grade unhappiness for the past few weeks, just a subtle, lingering thing that won’t seem to go away, like a cough, and it’s finally motivated me to action.
I’ve cleaned and organized my fabric and sewing projects and my jewelry stuff. I made a cardigan. I’m going to make alterations on my mini dress (which may be a bad idea, but I’m riding it out; unhappiness makes me reckless, too). I made trees. Maybe I’ll finish my memory blanket. I have plans to upcycle two t-shirts and make another cardigan. I submitted work to an agent. I’m working on writing two stories, planning for NaNo, and revising two projects. I’ll probably write another story and revise another project before this is all said and done.
Basically, I jam my time full of things to do. I can’t be bothered about being unhappy when I’m busy. This is particularly helpful when I’m unhappy for no/no good/stupid reason/reasons, which is usually the reason I’m unhappy.
If I’m lucky, by the time I stop for a break, I’ll feel better. If I don’t, well, I always have things that need to be done.
These periods tend to yield a lot of things I have no room/need for, but that’s a separate problem.
At least I’ll feel better.