There’s a phrase that has been rattling around my brain a lot lately. I’m sure we’ve all heard it at one point or another: “It’s just a bad day, not a bad life.”
This certainly rang true for me yesterday. As a matter of fact, I’m pretty sure I said that phrase quite a bit yesterday if not out loud then to myself.
My post a day streak was ended by yesterday’s bad day. Normally I come home from work and write something up but that wasn’t the case. I had a fine day at work but outside happenings managed to influence my mood and were cause for a lot of anxiety. Rather than going home I opted to spend some extracurricular time with my friends and co-workers.
It was during this time that we laughed and joked the night away and relaxed enough to air our woes and I was able to vent a bit about what was troubling me. I can’t really write about it now as it’s an ongoing issue but it’s something that is causing a lot of stress in my life.
But here’s the thing. It’s not something that’s going to ruin my life. If anything it’s just the icing on the disgusting cake that has been this year.
It’s not a bad life. It’s just a bad day… and this year just seems to be filled with those bad days. And sometimes that’s life.
It takes the bad to appreciate the good.
So today I’m recovering by taking in the good. There is a magnificent thunderstorm going on outside and I couldn’t be more excited about it. I’m curled on the couch with the cats watching Harry Potter, listening to the rain. Shortly I’ll get ready for work and head out to take on another day.
There’s much to look forward to so what’s the point in letting this bring me down?
Be well friends.