Yesterday, what was your problem with me? I know you have had days like mine where things just don’t seem to be going your way. I am not talking about life altering events, it’s more the little stuff that keeps adding up during the day until it eventually chisels away your sanity.
The day started off ok with my “Morning Ritual”, but I didn’t want to get out of bed. I can hear you saying, who wants to get out of bed. Trust me, I am not one to enthusiastically sprint out of bed. I could have laid in my warm, cozy bed for hours. My eyes refused to open. Was it a sign from the universe? I should have heeded the warning.
My middle of the night list of things to do was slowly becoming a faint memory. I begrudgingly got up. My eyes still refused to cooperate. I felt the burning and heaviness of them as if I had been up all night. I tried to wash them and put drops in, but nothing worked.
I made my favorite tea. There were high hopes in that large cup of tea. Tea would bring tranquility to the day. The caffeine wouldn’t hurt either. I picked up the mug, swear words ensued as I spilled my hot tea on the counter, floor, and my hand. I managed to keep enough in my very large mug to still drink some. One sip later, I carefully sat down only to burn my tongue.
Writing was next on my agenda. I sat there and sat there. Staring at a blank screen. Ideas came but left as fast. Self-doubt was creeping in. I kept at it but nothing. Hours I think went by.
Next, I forgot that I was supposed to mail a package for my husband. I go to quickly leave to get to the post office before they go on their 2 1/2-hour lunch break and I step in dog pee. I must have not noticed him wanting to go outside while I was writing or not writing. I clean it up. Get in the car. No gas. The post office is closer than the gas station. I think I can get there on fumes. I get stuck behind a person in line who has to question every little thing about her million packages. I make it to the gas station. Every pump seems to be broken. I finally find a working one.
Later I squeeze in a workout. I attempt pushups and I hurt my wrists. I trip over a hand weight on the floor and stub my toe. I have no energy. I give up.
Cooking dinner doesn’t go without incident. I manage to burn my eye brow on the lid of my pot. Don’t ask. I have no idea how. Eating dinner is another surprise. I somehow forceably bang my top and bottom front teeth together while chewing. Instantly I shriek at the pain. I try to explain to my husband what happened but he doesn’t understand. Now my lower front tooth is in pain. I check in the mirror to make sure it’s still there or if it is discolored. For now, it looks ok.
As evening comes, I have relinquished the day and watch TV. A slight breakdown may or may not have happened. I reflect on the day. I didn’t accomplish much. The day wasn’t tragic. I am well aware that life can be much harder. Sometimes it’s little annoyances though that continuously add up that nip away at you. It feels like these types of days are becoming more frequent. Is it because of age? Am I not able to pivot and adjust to these annoyances like I once was able to? Redo tomorrow. It has to be better.
Today is a new day. I am well into my morning. I have already managed to stub another toe. Currently icing it now. Oh, and the dog crapped all over his crate in the middle of the night. At least I have something to write today.
Thoughts, comments or concerns?