If I am going to be honest, when I’m feeling down, I don’t necessarily rush to find something that will pick me right back up. And it’s not that I’m masochistic, but sometimes I really allow myself feel the lows. I like to think myself through the emotions; I want to try to figure out why I am feeling a certain way at a certain time. I don’t know if that sounds weird, but that’s just how my brain works: go through the emotions, try to understand what it is that I’m feeling, figure out what the next step is, and then do something to get me out of there.
I guess I’m not one for ignoring my emotions.
When I am finally ready for that pick me up, my first line of defense is always music. Just like everybody else and their mother, music gets me through just about everything. Sometimes I’ll work through a couple of moody songs first, before moving to more upbeat tracks; other times, I push right past the slow tunes to get to my happy music. For me, it’s never consistent; but if it were, I would have made a Come On, Get Happy playlist by now.
The other things that I do, in case if music doesn’t get me completely through it, are writing, reading, eating (why lie), walking it off, sleep, enjoying human interaction, and playing with my dogs. Usually music is what really does it for me, sometimes a combination, but I’ve never had to do all these things to help me through a hard time. I do pretty well in general when it comes to picking myself back up.
I surround myself, for the most part, with people that really know how to make me laugh, and that does the trick a lot of the time, when I get into my random sadness kicks. I don’t really like to have people around when I am feeling low in general—mostly because I hate bringing everyone else down—but I do appreciate it when my family and friends make the effort to make me laugh in that time.
Or all the time, because let’s be real: I love to laugh.
Prompt: What do you do when you need a pick me up?