I think it’s one of those days.
You know the one. When everything just seems to go wrong. And you feel like you need a do-over. Nothing horrible really happens, but all the same, it sucks. It’s that morning where there isn’t enough coffee to wake you or get you out that funky mood, and all these teeny annoying things happen all day, poking at you like a deranged octopus. Insignificant as they may be, they seem so much more overwhelming; your day spirals downward from there.
This is one of those days.
I woke up with a slight headache. You know the one that pulls behind your eyebrows? OK, it wasn’t really a wake up since I spent the night talking to the monsters in my head. I decided to hit the snooze button on my clock radio (two or three times, that gives me almost 25 minutes to get it together) and now I don’t have to face the day yet. This of course means I will be rushing my kishkas out to get ready and get the lunches made, feed the birds, walk and feed the dog, and maybe slug back a cup of joe.
It won’t work. I’m just too slow. We will be late, and the kids will be complaining.
Finally, I get everyone where they need to be, go back home, fire up the word program and pour a fresh coffee. I breathe. Maybe it will be OK after all.
Nope. My other half is having a rotten morning as well, and he needs to share. His misery is all encompassing and he needs to vent. Loudly. My train of thought is gone as he talks at me, to me, complaining about his luck being in the bog. (Non-Brits, Google it). I know he isn’t on track, and there are lots of changes to be made and hard decisions to consider. But I am trying to create my own path.
I tune out and refocus. A few deep breaths and I start typing again. Yay! There will be a post today! And then the Internet conks out. I decide to just grab my purple pen and write old school. He is gone. Completely out of his mind with displaced anger at the internet provider, the management company, and indirectly at me. So now it’s afternoon . And I am over it. Done.
Finally he leaves for work. Over-dramatically, in my mind I wonder, “could this day get any worse?”Big mistake. Because it did.
I decided to flee the negativity and hide out at the library. Free working wifi, a considerable a out of quiet and privacy, and of course, books. I spend some time there, check out, and I have a fine. Only $0.40, but it manages to make me angry. And I had no one to blame but myself. I sigh, paid up and checked out. And walked out into the rain. Seriously? I felt like I was in a bad movie.
I finally made it home without incident, and the schizo dog decides to jump me. Books falling and stubbing my toe, I bend down to pick them up and whack my head on the washer. No, I don’t know how. I realize by now you are in hysterics, thinking this is like an episode of The Three Stooges, but it’s my life. I have decided today is ruined and there was no point in trying to do anything now. I let the birds out, and lie down for a nap on the sofa.
Crazy dog curls up at the end, licking my toes and the cuckoo chicken flies over to smuggle. A random thought pops into my now overworked and overwrought mind. “Today is not over yet.”
I shift my thinking and try to think about the last meditation session I had. Breathe, just breathe, clear my mind and focus on the nothing and the everything. I’m still not sure I get it, but I’m trying, and suddenly I realize there was still plenty of time to make something in the day count. After all, it is only the afternoon.
So, I decide on a fun dinner, pull some pizza dough from the freezer, and open the iPad. I check my online publishing site. I have six new followers and three awesome critiques and raves about my latest piece of prose. Suddenly, the moment comes, and the words start to flow. All thoughts of Toxic Tom fly away and before too long, I’ve penned three new poems, two blog posts and the sun is peeking out from behind the clouds. Deep breath. Clear my mind. Maybe today isn’t so bad after all. At least not for me. How profound and motivating those few words were. It’s only the afternoon. The aftermath. It helped me totally turn my day (and attitude) around. But not before a good rant session with my bestie. Earlier, I could have chosen to give up on the day, but instead, I made a choice. I found a way to make the rest of the day decent if not perfect. I allowed myself to create something that was meaningful for me, and all by reminding myself that the day wasn’t over yet.
My day went from being the worst day ever to one of my better days of the week, even though I couldn’t classify it as all wine and roses. Quite obviously, this is not a one time occurrence. I am learning to use this mantra to create amazing and mindful results.I love being able to remind myself that “today is not over yet” as a mantra to turn around a shitty day, because it makes me mindful and contemplative. It frees my mind to get me back to where I need to be, for me. Not for anyone else.
So next time you are having a day, try to remember there is still time to flip the day around.
“TODAY IS NOT OVER YET.”
It is a powerful reminder to find ways to make something good happen. Maybe you can squeeze in a half an hour at the gym, or write that ew article, or draw something. Maybe you need to bake some muffins. It’s a gentle tap that redirects and says you don’t need to wait for tomorrow to make life count.
It reminds me to be grateful for each day, no matter what. I am usually able to cull a list of unusual things to be grateful for. Keep watch on the Facebook page for random lists. If I can’t make myself be grateful,because I need to give myself over to the nasties for a while, at least I can inspire you dear reader, at least a smirk?
This mantra reminds me that I have a choice. When I am melting down and crazed, and I’m not having a good day, I have a choice. I can decide what happens to the rest of my day and my attitude from that moment on. I can choose to throw in the towel, or I can make a conscious effort to try to find a way to make today count. Even if I only write a paragraph, some times, as per Anne Lamott, that’s all you can do.
Today has many more hours. It’s not over at 8:30 am or 11:00 am, so I have to jog my memory, remind myself to do something meaningful. It is so easy to fall into the habit of living on autopilot, and I am learning through mindfulness and meditation to re-evaluate the minutes of my life. I have to be intentional and make the time count, because that’s what really matters at the end of the day.
So basically friends, no matter what catastrophic, crazy, melt down moments happened so far in your day, there’s still time to turn it around.
A few mindful ways to bring the peace back from the chaos:
Do something thoughtful for someone close to you.simply telling someone that you’re grateful for them, or bringing them a much needed snack, drink or hug. It’s a win-win for you both.
Do something productive. This oils be catching up on email correspondence, making appointments you’ve put off, or cleaning out your junk drawer.
Do something out of the ordinary. Something mindful and meaningful just for you. Something that makes you feel like you’ve made the rest of your otherwise cruddy day count in a positive and productive way.
Know dear friend, that whatever time you are reading this, whatever kind of day you’re having, there is always hope for sunshine.
The day isn’t over yet.