Ever wake up to a passel of problems – not of your making?
I could chalk up the recurring rumblings to Murphy’s Law. I could surrender any and all ambitions (delusions?) I stubbornly retain about refashioning my life, and become my Truest Secret Self: an eccentric Hat Lady-Cat Lady, but one with great shoes, natch.
A bad day?
Yes, you could say that, and it’s still early. Perhaps I could consider the capacity of some cosmic Karma that I’ve yet to decipher. Payback for some dastardly deed in a past life?
I count my blessings – frequently – two healthy sons, reasonable health of my own, a roof still over my head (more of a miracle than you may realize). I am grateful for the rebellion in my bones (and brains), which refuses to surrender as I grow older.
If anything, I’m more of a fighter than ever. But all too often, my energies are spent dealing with damage control.
Can We Re-Open the Complaint Department?
As for details, we’ll skip them for now. Too ridiculous, too plentiful, too Twilight Zone.
Let’s just say there have been dragons to slay behind the scenes – every. damn. day. They cover a rather impressive spectrum – financial, technological, professional, personal.
Hell, I’m afraid to leave the house! The dragons are having dragons! Even if I don’t leave the house, it’s going on even when I’m sitting at my laptop, toiling away in my home office!
This is the moment when I usually break into terse verse or a sorry sonnet. Attempting to pluck humor from aggravation. But I’m beyond that at present, and dare not attempt a mockery of meter or the tangling of a tercet.
How to Feel Better on a Bad Day
I would soothe myself with a second cup of coffee, but I cannot get to the coffee maker until I clean up a heap of broken glass. (Don’t ask.)
I would skip the coffee and go for a bran muffin, but I can’t chew. (Remember Chipmunk Cheeks? Again, don’t ask.)
I probably shouldn’t have the coffee anyway, since yesterday’s visit with the dentist wreaked havoc with the lips that were just beginning to heal. (Hello, Mouthy?)
Good Stuff, Good Stuff, Everything is Fine, Good Stuff
And I tell myself that everything is fine. (Does that actually work?)
I remind myself of all the good stuff in my life.
I am convinced that I can defy any cosmic inclination to keep me down for long – for any reason – and I will leave you with these thoughts as well as my apologies for a raw, rough, and ragged morning musing that is worth little other than free therapy for myself.
My utterly unoriginal wisdom?
Some days we all want to run away from our lives, and it’s due to the seemingly trifling things – a mountain of them – often entirely out of our control, yet exercising potentially huge influence on whatever comes next.
But there is no running away. Only digging deep, finding resolve, and dealing with the daily shit – whatever it may be. Better yet, trying to transform it into something better.
These are the days it pays to have family and friends, relationships you can count on, a self you can count on. Cherish those who will support you and listen to you. Nab a hug if you can (it helps everything), and then get on with it.