The other day I bought flowers at the grocery store. I was not having my best day ever and I thought fresh flowers would be fun. As I was filling the vase (my favorite vase) with water, it shattered in the kitchen sink. I was not happy. I cleaned up the mess, then put the flowers in a second vase. By the time I got the vase on my table, the water had turned red from, you guessed it, blood. My blood from the "owies" I sustained while picking up the bits of shattered glass. By this point, I was REALLY not happy. Here I was, trying to do something nice for myself on a rough day and I ended up breaking my once-favorite vase and nearly bleeding to death.Don't you love days (and weeks... and months...) like this? Days like yesterday, where my bad day at work was followed by a screw in my front tire and a city-wide power outage where no businesses had air conditioning or were able to use their cash registers. You can't do anything right. You're still bleeding from picking up the pieces from one disaster and turn around to find yourself facing another. You know you are destined to spend your entire life buying presents for other people's weddings and baby showers. And you're tired.
Yeah, I love days like that. I'm glad I have this blog as a reminder that sometimes I do fun things. I go on cruises and play with my nieces and nephews and I have a masters degree. And I know that a little bit of gratitude can go a long way. But wow. I'm not going to pretend that I never have days where my "it's ok, let's cheer up" flowers end up in a vase filled with blood. Because sometimes life is just like that!
Thanks for your post. I like to read that I am not the only one who has days that seem crammed full of crap. I am sorry to read you have them too but glad I am not alone. I am sorry I did not send you flowers already in a vase :)! These are the days Polyanna runs and hides under bed covers. Love ya!
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