Bad Day

It's official. I'm a car killer. A couple weeks ago my car engine started seizing after I drove home from church and hit a couple of huge puddles. (admittedly, I didn't really try to avoid them... they were fun.) Then this morning I took my husband's car to drop my son off at school and when I came back out to the parking lot the car wouldn't start. So, my husband had to borrow the neighbor's silver Volvo to pick me up. (I kid you not, a silver Volvo.)

It didn't take long before the depressing reality of the state of my life hit me, that at that very moment I had no education, no job, no money, and now no cars - at the age of 35. I was immediately sucked into an awaiting black hole of downward spiraling "I'm a complete loser-ness". The tears started to flow and I was horizontally magnetized to the couch for the rest of the day.

It's been a while since I've let those "minor" issues get to me and being the normally more pro-active person, decided I would just allow myself this one day. Just one day to feel crappy about my reality and then back to work! Not work work because I don't have a job, but at least I have house work. So around 4:30pm I peeled myself off the couch and into the kitchen to start dinner, did a few loads of laundry, vacuumed and straightened up the messy areas. And I feel 100% better! Having a truly bad day once in a while really gives me an appreciation for the many many many good days. I think it's okay to allow yourself a little "wo is me" time once in a while, like once or twice a year. After it builds up it's gotta get out. But get it out then get moving again and do the best you can with what you have.