Yes, bad things happen and we deal with them. I don’t want to get it off my chest, or talk about it ad nauseum…I just want to move on.
When several bad things in a row happen, I want to quietly hide from the rest of the world until tomorrow.
Last night went south pretty quickly. I didn’t have the materials I needed for something, I got another email from Spark telling me that the picture book art file I took a day to fix was wrong AGAIN (it took me an entire day to upload it the first time), and YouTube called me a bad name and took away my rights to make advertising money on my fairy tale rant videos. Forever. Without telling me why. Or paying me what they owe me. Because apparently, they don’t have to.
As this drama unfolded, a friend online told me I was having a Monday.
I have not had a “Monday” in the traditional sense of the word in a very long time. One month from today my father will retire (congrats, Dad!) and I’ve warned him about the perception of time once one doesn’t punch a clock for a day job. Monday-Sunday blurs together and they become instead “The Day to Take the Garbage Out” or “The Day I Have to Answer the Phone When it Rings” (like Christmas, or your birthday. PS: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DENNY MERMAID!).
I ate my dinner in silence and shuffled off to bed (did I mention the bad ankle?) without preamble just to get the day over with. I even had anxiety nightmares…like icing on the cake. The Whatever-Day-Yesterday-Was Cake.
I’m curious — what do you guys do when you have a particularly bad day? Do you wish, like me, that the world would swallow you whole for a bit? Or do you celebrate?
I’m celebrating a new day this morning, that’s for sure.
This new day that would be…Tuesday?