I’ve decided my mood is 73% composed of who I’m around. If I spend time with cranky people or tired people or apathetic people, I become all of those things. When I’m surrounded by dreamers and reckless optimists, I sure like myself more.
I think influence is a funny word. I like to pretend I can control who influences me and how their influence impacts my life. I can’t always. I can control about 27% of the influence that seeps into my psyche.
This week I’m noticing just how much passive aggressive junk inhabits the people around me. I’m realizing that the stress and tension might not be of my making, but I add to it if I don’t flee the scene when it shows its face.
This blog is probably a passive aggressive response to a facebook status I read this morning. That status polluted my mind all day. Instead of letting it define my mood, I fought it incredibly hard. I think I came out okay.
If my mood swing can be triggered by someone else’s mood, that must mean I have a chance to reach someone else with my mood. If I smile and joke, sometimes people lighten up.
Instead of complaining that people are too critical of me, I’m going to check my attitude and see who and what I’ve been critical of lately. If I live a life of gratitude, I think others will notice and maybe they’ll be more grateful. And maybe not. But I’m going to try to stay emotionally stable and maybe even cheerful. I can’t handle more down swings and negativity. Less looking to haters and more listening to lovers.