We all have bad days. Some days feel like the universe is against us, they are just that bad. At least that’s how they feel. So do we hide our head and give up? Or do we get surly? Or maybe we just smile and carry on anyways?
Yesterday was one of the WORST days I have had in a very long time… all of it completely circumstantial. I woke up late… off to a good start… only to discover my roof was leaking and that the island in the kitchen was covered in water – it was coming in via the light fixture. Oh Yay! Then when I was about to leave for work, I noticed the literal mountain of dog poo on my stairs – these are interior stairs with carpet – I do not own any pets, my daughter (who lives in the suite downstairs) however has a dog who was, based on the consistency of said poo, not feeling very well… OK Not my problem I am gonna be late if I try to do anything about it now, she will have to deal with it. Then I had a fairly productive morning – except that my computer kept timing out and then while trying to assist a client my computer decided to crash… OK, just breathe, I can work with this… Then my ex headed over to my place to see the kids… whatever I’m at work… (he also checked out my roof, once upon a time he was a roofer), needs to be replaced already knew that – thank goodness I rent…
OK so I get home from work and one of my kids wants to talk to me in private so we head to my room… only to discover that my daughter’s cat also is not feeling well and has had diarrhea all over my freaking bed!!! (It smelt sooo bad – yes the same daughter who owns the dog). Basically I walked into the room and let out a few fairly loud expletives that were kind of a cross between a yell and a cry, or maybe a whine, it went something like this “Oh F#@K ME!!! are you F#@king serious!!!” I am thankful to say I had a throw blanket on my bed and that after a very thorough investigation, and some poo on my hand, I found my actual comforter and sheets etc were unaffected – I have thrown the throw blanket out, and scrubbed my hands repeatedly! Oh and in the midst of all this my landlord called and said he was coming over to check the roof himself… OK once upon a time he was a framer and he is convinced the problem is with the eaves/gutters and not the roof I held my breath praying that he and my ex did not get into a row, (sheesh!) they did not, thank you God! – did I mention my house was messy and cluttered and unorganized as I am still sorting Christmas crap before putting it all away for next year… the landlord never asks to come by when the house is clean… Why is that?
And yet in spite of all this it wasn’t really that bad of a day. Yes I reacted badly yesterday. Yes I wanted to cry, crawl in a hole and pretend the world did not exist. Yes with each of these crises I couldn’t imagine it getting any worse. And yet I wrote a poem, I chatted with my bestie on the phone, I got into a book, I ate a decent dinner, I hugged my kids, no one died, no one was hurt, the only thing that really was a challenge was the struggle I was having with my attitude through it all. I kept feeling snarly and picking up the pity party invitation.
Why is it so easy to let the world fall apart as soon as something goes wrong? I mean really it had the potential to be so much worse. Why did I feel the need to indulge in feeling sorry for myself, getting angry and to let my head space be invaded by negative thinking? There were good things happening throughout the day, why could I not see those things at the time?
Hhhmmm, there is something to think about. I just may have to adjust my attitude on my next bad day, it’s all a matter of perspective… right?
Bad Day – Daniel Powter