So what do I do about it? I take it out on a delicious pear. I laugh extra hard with the kids. I run a few miles. Call my mom. Drink a coffee. Read. I remind myself that there are things to be grateful for, always.
I once heard it said, "If the doors of my heart ever close, I am as good as dead."
So what do I do about it? I remember that it is good to be alive. To eat a pear. To laugh extra hard. Etc.