Today wasn’t the best day I’ve had. I should probably mention that I write my posts for my blog two days out, so by the time you’re reading this, the bad day has (hopefully) passed. That isn’t to say I won’t experience an additional bad day sometime soon, because without coming across as pessimistic, tis the way life tends to work.
I was having a rough day with my anxiety, which is always a boatload of absolute fucking joy (heavy sarcasm), and as much as I try to keep a positive mindset when my anxiety is raging harder than a metalhead at a Metallica concert, my efforts aren’t always successful. Things on the farm were testing my patience; my washing machine has proven to be more problematic than a feral cat with sharp claws and a leather couch; my dishwasher may be on the fritz; Lyme made her appearance and did so quite dramatically.
Needless to say, it sure as shit wasn’t a great day.
I’m not unique in my experience of a shitty day. We all have them, some, sadly, more than others, and as frustrating and discouraging as they can be, I try my hardest to remind myself that things could always be worse. My anxiety was being a real bitch, but I’m grateful I don’t have crippling anxiety. My washing machine is proving to be a real hunk of shit, but at least I have one. If my dishwasher, too, shits the bed, thankfully I have the option of handwashing.
Do you see what I’m trying to get at here?
Bad days aren’t fun, but something important to remember when you’re in the midst of one is that they are not permanent, and, as stated already, they could quite possibly be worse, depending on the severity of the bad day. Keep your chins up, my friends.
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