I was resisting going to the state Dept of Children and Families to review a record for a juvenile court investigation. I asked myself "What would a grown-up do?" My sewing room was sunny and beckoning to me. Instead, I went to review the record. I began the day ramping up depressing thoughts of deprivation. I then had the thought to re-focus my thinking upon a sense of possibility, of achieving at some future point, some of the things I want. I tried to turn over to the Universe my longing for more financial and other stability, more pleasure, more intimacy and love. I took care of 3 or 4 errands too.