We’ve all had a bad day. I have had one or two. Hundred.
They suck. They make you feel like butting your head against a door and shaking your fist at the sky asking Why me? Why does my life suck so so badly? Why can’t I be like everyone else and have a life with no problems?
Ha. It does seem that way, doesn’t it? When life feels really sh*tty, it seems as if everybody, heck anybody’s life is shinier and happier.
Not.
I had a bad day yesterday and I said that aloud many times during the day.
I quickly realized my blunder. It wasn’t bad. It may have not been my favorite Monday, but it wasn’t bad.
I actually try and not to say things anymore like ” bad day”, my ” bad leg” referring to my injured leg, or my “bad ear”. I think it simply colors that thing in a way with no room for growth. And growth is what I am concerned with lately. So take that crappola day and flip that sucker. What can I learn from it? Who can I be because of it? What can I take away from that day which I have labeled very bad and which indeed may have been simply a lesson for me to grow kinder or simply more awesome? Maybe it is about self- awareness or being more compassionate or giving up the need to be right? Whatever it is, a bad day doesn’t mean you have a bad life.
Get over it.
The trick, for my money, which is a lot of money, millions of dollars money, is this: Laugh.
Yea, that’s right. Laugh. Like I say in class, if you fall you MUST laugh and take down your neighbor. So recently when I was on my way to Santa Fe and had a bona-fide meltdown at the airport because they wouldn’t let me board and I got rerouted to Dallas and one “bad” thing after the other kept happening, I laughed my ass off. I called my day ” Planes, Trains and Automobiles.”
Yes, it took a few hours. Might have taken a day even, but I wrote a blog about it and laughed.
One bad day doesn’t maketh a bad life.
Unless you say it does.
Aye, there’s the rub!
Do you declare it so? Do you decide that a bad day means you’re cursed? That every one of your days until the end of time will be bad? That you might as well throw in the towel now? Do you say: My life, from here on in, will be filled with nothing but bad bad days. And so it is.”
Well, stop!
Don’t miss the forrest for the trees. Don’t miss the opportunities for the slip-ups or break-ups. Don’t miss the wine for the glass.
Todays Daily Manifestation Challenge:
In the comments section below describe a “bad” day that you’ve had go ahead a laugh at it. If you dare. Was it an opportunity for any growth? Then write ” I have a great life!” Flip it!
You can read my “bad” day here. It’s funny and sad all at once like most “bad” days inevitably are.
Ps, every once in a while you are entitled to have a crappy day. That’s fine. In fact, have as many as you like. Just don’t decide that it’s who you are.
You are not the Possessor Of Endless Bad Days.
Again you are rocking lady! Promise womise: no more bad days
Bad day intercepted…thanks. Now on to being productive. Yea, and I’ve stopped my whinning, for now.
Laugh!! I love this daily challenge Jen – You are awesome!!!! xoxo
Well done Jen. Kickin that bad day to to curb. And here we go. Sunshine, smiles and B boy and mama will be here in 2 days. Yippee.
I lost a beautiful person yesterday. Cancer. A brain tumor. It wasn’t a shock and she is finally peaceful, but we are feeling it… deeply.
We met 9 years ago and I instantly felt the need to not be her friend. She was the blonde-beautiful-cheerleader to my fat-brunette-bookworm. But we were put together in multiple situations and friendship won out. It is a friendship that I am going to miss keenly.
What I am left with, besides some side-splitting memories, is the realization that if my insecurities had ruled the day I would have missed out on having this beautiful person in my life and years and years of laughter, some tears, and then more laughter.
Catou’s death took me back to our first meeting and those first few weeks. It is unthinkable now to realize that I almost killed our friendship over perceived ideas of who she was. It is a hard pill to swallow today with her absence, but I’ve learned.
Yesterday was a bad day. A hard day. Today is a little better. Laughter through tears, and I am laughing. Pictures are plastered all over FB (social media is not always trite) and I can see her again as the healthy and amazingly alive person she was.
Tomorrow will be better; better for having known her and better for what I will always keep with me.
Sorry to hear about your loss Jen. My condolences. May you, your friends, and family be blessed -and kept in light. Personally, I learned a while back to not let one “bad apple” spoil the whole bunch. I hope I have a whole bunch of days left. Some are better than others, and we have control of how we spend our hours-growing. This is a nice manifestation. Thanks all!
Ahhhh, I needed this yesterday when I ran out of gas in Santa Monica on 4th Street. It wasn’t so much the inconvenience on being stuck but it was the reaction from others for being in their way!! The looks, the honks, the screaming crazy people….I was feeling so sorry for myself and kept asking myself why this stuff always happens to me???
Thanks for reminding me what is worth calling a bad day.
Hugs to you.
I was having a hard time commenting on this all day… because I was having such a beautiful day. But yesterday was the 13th anniversary of my dad passing away… which always left such a somber blanket over the whole day. But not yesterday, yesterday wasn’t a bad day, for the first time in 13 years.
Makes me love this challenge even more. Thank you *heart*
Jennifer, a great big hug to you from me. . . you are an inspiration.
Janice
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I needed this challenge on Saturday. On Saturday morning I was woken up by Blaise singing happy birthday at the top of his lungs. He was in my bathroom so I thought he must be okay, he isn’t in the kitchen, right. No, I couldn’t be more wrong. I opened my bathroom door to find Blaise standing in my bathroom with my brand new, never opened jar of Veganaisse. He had the entire container spilled out all over my bathroom. Okay, not just the bathroom he had it all over his body. I asked him if he ate it (of course that was my first concern), he said no I was playing. I assume he figured he was using it as body lotion. Okay so in my half asleep state I cleaned him up and then the panic set in, “oh my god he was in the fridge,” this is the nightmare of every parent of a child with PWS. So I looked and thank god he had gotten food but just the jar of babaganoush(not enough calories to cry over)! So this is the beginning of the day, oh did I mention that at this point my husband has been gone for 7 days and I am definitely fried. The next hour goes off without a hitch, until…..My dear sweet Maddock decided he wanted to paint his toenails pink. He had somehow gotten my nail polish and opened it up all on his own. As I was in the bathroom he managed to paint his toes, feet, and……MY BRAND NEW BEIGE RUG….IN BRIGHT PINK NAIL POLISH!!!!!!!! I thought my head was going to explode. As I let out a scream he proceeded to run around the rug to get away from me….still covered in BRIGHT PINK NAIL POLISH…..so after a quick search on the internet I figured out a way to get it out. Thank god, okay second disaster down, there can’t possibly be anymore it isn’t even 10am. I should have realized nothing comes in twos right, I decided to use the bathroom one more time and then it happened. Blaise snuck into the kitchen and found the GIANT container of garlic powder in the cupboard. So what does he do, he empties the entire container all over the entire kitchen and dining room. Let’s not even get into the smell. Alright so I am on the verge of a nervous breakdown here, and then I sit and laugh.
I decided not to let it get me down. Why, well it is simple. First of all I could get upset that Blaise took the jar of Veganiasse and got it everywhere, but I was just happy he didn’t eat it. Yes, Maddock almost ruined my carpet but he didn’t, and I realized that he just wants to be creative. Lastly, but most importantly I thought of Ronan. For those of you who don’t know Ronan he is the son of Jennifer’s friend Emily Rapp who is suffering from Tay-Sach’s, a fatal genetic disorder. I realized right away that I am so lucky to have these moments as crazy and stressful as they are. I am so lucky to have two wonderful sons who are healthy and able enough to destroy my house in the blink of an eye. I am grateful for all they are able to do, the good, the bad, and the ugly.
So the bottom line is this….my bad day has made me realize just how lucky I am.