Having a Bad Day

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When it is too soon to talk about a bad day here on my blog? Is the day after too soon? Or is it always too soon, because no one wants to hear about your crappy day on a blog post. Thankfully, this is my blog, so I get to do whatever the heck I want. And today I want to talk about a bad day. I thought about writing some more about bras and breasts and things, but yesterday's badness has been like the memory of a bad dream lingering over my head. I can't shake it. Writing about something else would seem disingenuous. So here goes!

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It all started on the car ride home from church. Rain was spattering the windshield. My stomach was growling. I was ticked off at Sheldon for something relatively trivial, although it may have just been me trying to pick a fight because it seemed like good Fight Weather. When the sun shines and birds are singing you can't argue, because everyone feels so happy, so you save it for a rainy, cold Sunday. 

To make matters worse our car stalled in the middle of a major intersection. We had run out of gas. That was OK, because we were right by a gas station. But it didn't help the mood. By the time we were wandering the aisles of the grocery store, everything seemed bleak. I looked at cakes in the baked goods section and felt no delight, even though I love to look at pretty pastries. Usually grocery shopping with Sheldon is a joy, but somehow it wasn't helping this time. 

I tried a number of methods to turn my day from being bad. But things that usually work like fresh coffee and working out didn't help. To make matters worse we watched a depressing German arthouse film called 12 Stations of the Cross. This minimalist film about a young girl being oppressed by Catholic fundamentalists was not a great choice as the end to a bad day. Yeah...could have been a little smarter there. 

I wish my story had a happy ending. I wish that I had somehow managed to pull myself up by the bootstraps and turn this day around. You know, the American way. But the truth is that as I said goodnight to Sheldon I still felt hopeless. Sometimes you can't fix everything. You can go through some of the steps to make it better, but I think it is OK when it doesn't work. It is OK to be down. Tomorrow is another day. And I guess that could be construed as my "happy ending". I woke up the next morning (today) and things were a lot better. The sun was shining. I had a nice slow breakfast alone--my favourite way to start the day. Sheldon and I had a walk together and talked over things. It was good to have a second chance today. I hope you had a good day too.