Have you ever had those days where things just don't work out? I'm not talking about those days where you wish you hadn't been born or that if you had been born, you wish that you had the lifespan of a fly. I'm talking about the days where nothing really goes that wrong, but, then again, nothing really goes that right either.
The laundry is done, the bathrooms are scrubbed. There are no hugely depressing tasks at hand to make you hate the day. You just wish that something would happen. Something really exciting and unexpected! Like finding fifty bucks under the couch, or getting a long awaited call from an agent, or something totally awesome like that. But then NOTHING like that happens and the day just seems long.
Today has been one of those long days.
Not horrible. Not good. Just there. Staring you in the face. Seemingly endless. Yes. One of THOSE days.
On days like this I wonder what happened. What went wrong? I woke up in a positive mood. Things seem to be as they always are. So why does the day suck?
There is only one thing to do on those days. Work harder. Push through it. Prepare for the hope of tomorrow. And, yes, sometimes after all that you just need to give yourself permission to eat the cake, watch stupid television, and put your pajamas on at four in the afternoon. Tomorrow will be better.