In The Mood
I am standing at the check-out counter in the 7-11 store when I notice the mood rings arranged in a cardboard display box. One by one, I begin to try them on for size. I pretend that I am just occupying my time while the young, tattooed man behind the counter looks for my cigarettes.
I think that I really might want one of these rings.
I push one of the colorful bands down and around the knuckle of my left thumb. The ring immediately starts to change color, and I stare at it with strange and familiar fascination. I remember that I had one of these when I was in high school. Did I think it was as silly back then as I must know it is now?
I am still pretending that I do not really want this cheap and ridiculous mood ring when the young man returns to the counter in front of me.
He holds up a pack of cigarettes for my approval.
“These the right ones?” he asks.
“Yes, thank you,” I reply with a distracted smile.
Meanwhile, I am frantically twisting the ring below the knuckle of my thumb. I am in a slight panic, because I realize that it is stuck. There is not a chance in hell that this ring is going back over my big fat knuckle any time soon.
“I’ll take this ring, too,” I say while holding up my throbbing, beet-red thumb. I might say this a little too loudly, as if I had been planning to purchase just the perfectly-sized mood ring for myself all along.
Great. Now I am a grown woman who goes to the 7-11 store for her cigarettes and jewelry. This is why it is called a convenience store.
Okay, so the mood ring is fun. Some clever individual has resurrected the little trinket that had once reached its heyday sometime back in the 1970’s. For one dollar and ninety-nine cents, I am now wearing one on my thumb. Some things just happen, accidentally-on-purpose.
On my way out of the store, I pluck one of the little color-indicator cards from the top of a stack placed next to the display box. For without this little device and its accompanying color-code chart, how could I possibly determine what type of “mood” I was in?!
Every human being is familiar with mood changes. They are an unavoidable consequence of the human condition. One redeeming quality of our ever-changing moods is that they can serve as an accurate indicator of our current vibrational frequency. The way that we feel produces the corresponding vibrations that we signal to the Universe. No matter how hard we try to direct our thoughts, the Universe remains most receptive to the vibrational quality of our emotions.
Of course, understanding the creative power of our moods is one thing, and exerting a reasonable degree of control over our emotions is another. It is my experience that I cannot always help the way that I feel.
It would appear that acquiring a heightened awareness of the Law of Attraction can have a potentially strange effect when you’re in a ‘bad’ mood. If knowledge is power, then I often found myself too concerned, even a little panicky, when I realized what my bad mood could be attracting into my experience. Certainly, I was well aware that my frustration would only provoke more unwanted energy, but I did not know what the hell to do about it.
Jeez!
I will never master the ability to abruptly squelch the way that I feel. Obviously, when my mood is low, my thoughts will reflect similar energetic patterns. The trick is to relax, breath, and keep my perspective on the nature of being human.
Self-defeating thoughts and negative belief structures are bound to reveal themselves when I am in a “bad” mood. Understanding that these perceptions are merely mood-related allows me to relieve the pressure of thinking that I have to actually do something about it. A good witch would be wise to take a bad mood in stride, resist the tendency to take my corresponding thoughts too seriously, and treat the moment gracefully. After all, ever-changing moods are only a temporary condition of the human experience. Sometimes, just knowing that is all it takes to increase the vibrational frequency of a ‘bad’ one!
And just in case I ever forget how quickly my mood can change, I now have this ridiculous mood ring stuck on my thumb as a reminder:)
This makes me giggle. I love how you handled the situation as if you were planning on these events all along, whereas I would have grabbed the ring with my opposite hand and yanked until the bloody thing slid off, meanwhile explaining to anyone in earshot how I got it stuck and it won’t come off, finishing with an awkward laugh. Yup =]