Moody? Of course I’m moody. I am a writer! I endlessly contemplate motives, mine and other peoples. I examine differences, face disparities, and fret over unfairness. I cry at a beautiful song, Folgers commercials, weddings, and births. Missing family makes me sad, and a bird soaring makes me smile. We never know when emotions will take me from smiles to tears.
I am over apologizing for being emotional and moody. I accept myself. If you can’t accept me, then you will miss so much that is wonderful.