Today sucked … until it didn’t.
I woke up 45 minutes late. There was a huge pimple on the tip of my nose. My protein shake splashed in my face. I got indigestion from rushing through breakfast. I backed my new car into the garage, damaging the side mirror. I had no strength or endurance at the gym (making it a horrible workout), and then I banged my previously jammed finger.
All this before 9AM.
I was so tired and so stressed that I couldn’t handle it. I wanted to cry and scream. I did cry and scream. Then the song, “Bad Day” came on the radio, followed by Billy Joel’s “Pressure.” It was as if the universe was talking to me — especially when Billy Joel sang, “… nowhere to look, but inside … ” Wow! Talk about a slap in the face.
I started thinking about my friend Edie who’s undergoing chemotherapy and my friend Denise who just finished. Then I thought about my friend Bev who just lost her dad and my young cousin who had surgery this morning. What the hell was I complaining about? A bad workout? A jammed finger? A pimple? Pathetic. I was being pathetic. I was having a bad day, not a bad life.
I am lucky. Very lucky. And I’m healthy, so I hit the heavy bag in my basement, worked up a good sweat, showered, ate and moved on. Grateful. Thankful. Satisfied.
Later, when I burned my hand taking dinner out of the oven, I cursed. Loudly. Of course. But then I let it go. Tomorrow will be better … Nothing a little sleep and pimple cream can’t fix.