In an effort to cheer up my folks, I suggested I drive them to eat catfish-about 200 miles or so away. It was a long drive, we started at 8 and we ate fish. But no one hurt anyone else's feelings or got particularly bent out of shape.
We were all in the same vibe-bummed out by the cold and trying not to be. And, optimist that I am, I think there is value in trying to cheer yourself up even when you don't quit succeed. I know I feel better because I tried, and not quite defeated because I didn't succeed, because I am sure I will try again, and eventually succeed.