Yes, I'm having one of those days when it's so dang hot it makes me sweat to blink, when people are so crabby it makes me want to hide in a cave, and when driving makes me feel like I'm being roasted alive. Yep, I'm suffering from the mid-summer blues.
I'm also feeling the blues for another reason. Do you know what it's like to create something, say, write a novel or do something really nice for someone, and all your work and all your sweat and all your expenses go toward something that makes as much of an impact as a flea landing in the middle of the ocean? I really thought I was following some guidance from the Universe (oops! there's that channeling issue again -- read about user error here). But, like I said, it seems to have met with a great big cosmic yawn.
Perhaps the lesson here for me is to focus on the doing, and not on the outcome. Forget the results. If someone is oblivious to what I've done, well, that doesn't change all that I've learned in having done it, right?
Now, all I need to do is tell myself that about forty thousand times, and maybe I'll start to believe it. Ooh. Even thinking about that makes me sweat.