Yesterday’s post started to worry me a little. Made me think that maybe I needed pharmaceutical help. Which I reject under these circumstances, because my theory is: if I’m down for a reason, it’s not chemical, it’s life. If everything is peachy and I’m down, I’ll consider a pharmaceutical solution, because at that point clearly my chemicals have started tangoing or vacationing or whatever it is they do when you need Wellbutrin.

On my drive home, I was pondering the mechanics involved here and this thought popped into my head:

“If you want to BE different, you have to DO different.”

As Leonard Nimoy (Spock) said in Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home, “I would accept that as axiomatic.” So, what should I ‘do different’ to rescue my drowning enthusiasm? And then it hit me, at 70 miles an hour on the freeway:

I watch way too much TV, as evidenced by the fact that THIS is the first thing I thought of:

Now, my life isn’t quite that bad: I’m not unemployed, I don’t live with my parents…but it could all change on a dime. And as far as the stuff I’m NOT happy with, I will address those issues with this question:

What is my first instinct regarding food choices, exercise, sleep, and chores? And I will do the opposite.

Don’t laugh! (Or, actually, please laugh…it’s how I’m trying to make my living!) But that thinking got me out in the pool to swim my third of a mile last night when my first instinct was to collapse on the couch with the kids and watch “The Trouble with Tribbles.”