Sundays are my Fridays. For me it’s the end of my work week and the last few shows before a day where I can do whatever I want, even if whatever I want includes NOT setting an alarm and making all day friends with my pajamas.
Truth be told, it’s been raining almost non stop for the last few weeks so when I get to my day off, my pajamas and I generally continue our all day friendship, and I’m ok with that.
But this isn’t about tomorrow and the everything or nothing that might be in my future, it’s about today. And today is definitely just one of Those Days.
Those Days tend to involve a large feeling of powerlessness and a slight increase in paranoia where everything just needs to be more difficult. It should be noted that I have observed a very clear pattern between Those Days occurring just before a day off. Just before my weekend…and Those Days tend to drag out interminably.
So I’m curious if other people have these regular Those Days or if it’s just me. Today’s version of Those Days is sponsored by my computer, my internet connection, the rain and financial spreadsheets.
It’s the kind of day where you try so hard to avoid that really big puddle that you ignore the fact that you’re actually walking straight towards another puddle and end up stepping in it and NOT avoiding what you were trying to avoid to begin with.
It’s the kind of day where you find yourself pulling your hair out because you cannot gain access to a research site that it seems ABSOLUTELY IMPERATIVE that you access RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW, only to discover that it made you take a break you needed to take to see the problem more clearly on your own and find your own solution.
It is a day of seemingly endless, highly exasperating face-palm moments.
It is a day where I seem to make sport of calling myself all sorts of names and try to laugh at myself.
Those Days are the days where I have a choice – I can either feel helplessly buffetted along by a strange wind, or look for the silver lining and see what I might gain. Those Days typically start out with me having the overwhelming feeling that it might have gone better if I”d just stayed in bed and usually end up with some humbling epiphany. Typically I start out frustrated when I realize I am having one of Those Days but sometimes, I’f I’m really clever and aware, I can turn it around and just grin at it and try to be willing to learn something.
So, yeah, I’m having Just One of Those Days, but I’m trying to be optimistic, and I’m keeping my eyes open for whatever I’m really supposed to be paying attention to (rather than what I THINK I’m supposed to be paying attention to, which is usually pretty far off the road I should be travelling.)
Cheers to you if you’re having Just One of Those Days too.