The truth is, I love my life and I really love being busy. So I don't complain. Instead, I carve out a little time each day to drive alone and listen to the radio loudly. Very loudly.
This is probably bad for both my hearing and my image as a professional, but I don't care. Driving alone with songs that I love instantly fixes my mood. It is like magic. Even if my mood is not in need of repair, I try to find a reason to drive someplace by myself. If I hear Under Pressure on the radio - even better! When Freddie Mercury sings, "why can't we give love, give love, give love, give love, give love..." I am reminded of how fortunate I am to be able to give and receive some much love. So, I sing along. Loudly. Very loudly. Who cares if those other drivers think I'm a weirdo? After all, "love dares you to change our way of caring about ourselves."