A morning in remote environs with large caliber shooting irons usually clears the mental sinuses for me. Or actually, a brick of .22's and suitably animated (non-live) targets and some stout coffee works even better. Or going for the morning ride on the motorcycle. Either one demands complete concentration, being 100% present at all times, and I find this seems to re-align the pressing issues.
Or counting everything that's right. Bills paid, roof over my head, food in the kitchen, everyone has their health. Not much to complain about after that, puts things in perspective.
Or you can listen to 'Who's Next' cranked up so loud you can't hear a gun go off, that works, especially after four Red Bulls or a pot of Seaport Dark Roast.
In any event, don't go all Dan Fogelberg or Dead or some other wimpy 'get in touch with your feelings' . . . . . I'd much rather stand in a thunderstorm at the bottom of a lightning rod. Works every time.
