Brain wandering far and wide lately. Today Stockholm.
Carl Milles sculpture called "God our Father on the Rainbow" at the Nacka Strand Yacht club across the bay from Stockholm center. It was originally desinged in 1946 as a monument for peace and a celebration of the creation of the United Nations. Milles only created a small bronze model, but his pupil American sculptor Marshall M Frederics brought it to full size 50 years later. It's incredible.
YES! Sometimes I'm really PISSED and I don't hide it very well. I let it all hang out and vent like a Lewis Black protegé. You know this. You laugh at me. I'm funny when I'm pissed. Once I'm over it I'm calm, positive, a super creative problem solver and ready to pick up and move on.
I'm not so much good at the fake positive, the 'put a happy face on because people will find you easier to be around, will think more highly of you and you will get more accomplished' bull. Expressing emotions (within reason) is healthy, and anger, especially is much better out than in, since stress is a major contributor to heart disease.
Besides, as you know, when I AM positive about something, I'm BLINDINGLY excited. I've been known to jump up and down, demonstrate eagerly and repeatedly and, mostly, have the ability to instill (sometimes involuntary) enthusiasm in others. A friend once told me that I get so excited about things, and communicate it so effectively that I could get them excited about a garbage can full of smelly, stinky garbage without them really even knowing why. I understand that it's a balance, though. To feel so strongly one way is only enabled by the fact that I can feel so deeply the other way. The high of the highs has to equal the low of the lows kind of thing. It's called being passionate, and I get complimented on it often by other actual humans and criticized about it by people who walk around acting like politely programmed robots. It also makes me very credible, because people know exactly what they're getting from me.
Just so we're clear. I'm totally "conscious of my mood". If you give me five minutes to be human and express myself (which you may even find amusing) then we can get on with the getting on.
This post is dedicated to anyone who has ever told me to "smile". Unless you're taking my photograph, if you have to tell me, then it's just not on.