Lauren and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

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.

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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.

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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.

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– LJDT

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