Some days you want to just crawl under a big ole rock. Yesterday was one of those days. By the end of the day I felt defeated, and I was ready to just get home and go to sleep. It was one of those days when even the little things seem overwhelming, and nothing you do seemed to go the way I wanted it to. The world seemed to be my enemy, and I was not feeling it. On my way home I started thinking about bad days, how we handle them, and how I could possibly take myself out of such a crappy mood and salvage the last few hours of my day.
I came to one conclusion. Bad days are tests in a way. They are there to help us appreciate the good days, and also to challenge us a little bit. I decided on the train that instead of letting it take over the rest of my day, that I would simply try my best to learn from every single thing that happened, and use it to realign myself, and balance my thoughts.
Needless to say I pushed through it. I got home, wiped the lingering tears out of my eyes, had a good dinner and relaxed. As soon as I took a second to breathe and cut myself some slack, all seemed better with the world. The thing is, the bad days will always come and go. It’s about understanding them, and just letting them go. No reason to hold onto the negativity. It came and went, and now it’s over. Today is a brand new day. I hope you’re all having a great week. xo