Who Says Every Day Has To Be A Good Day?

Today started out pretty well – I woke up feeling rested (well as rested as a pregnant mother can), went through my usual morning rituals and continued without any hint that anything was going to change.

And then, something shifted. For no reason at all, things started to go sour. My brain entered a kind of empty fogginess, my mood turned a bit tepid and, with minimal effort, simple things started to bug me. What on earth happened to the good day I so casually assumed was unfolding?

Along with a tepid mood and foggy brain comes a quick and dramatic decrease in productivity, which inevitably is accompanied by a worsening mood. And so it spirals.

We’ve all been there, right – found ourselves in a mood, which is less than desirable, but without any direct cause to blame and hopefully correct? AKA waking up on the wrong side of the bed.

And, in the absence of mental clarity, arbitrary social media scrolling ensues. This ultimately leads to the perhaps subconscious question…

“How does everyone else manage to keep their s**t together?”

We all KNOW that social media posts are more often than not overly sunny depictions of  rather typical, bland days. A walk in the park becomes a collage of perfect smiling children, and beautiful beasts like squirrels and the lesser spotted robin. Meal times become palate altering, celestial experiences and a drink with friends inevitably evolves into “the best night of my life”. And while all of these life changing experiences are going on, we are still struggling through our ordinary pigeon, cheese sandwich, warm beer Tuesday. WTF?!

I could at this point go down the road of how everyone, in some way, is looking for social validation and acceptance, but I’m rather going to stick to the point. Which is, NOBODY has got their s**t together every day! I assure you.

And, let’s take it one step further. That being, it is OK to have bad days.

We are complex creatures, us humans. Each one of us has spent our whole lives learning about ourselves and still do not quite know who the heck we are or why we do the things we do. The depths of our extraordinary minds are far beyond our own comprehension, let alone our own control.

So is it not reasonable to believe that we can not always know why a day goes south? The variables involved are too many to formulate into any kind of this-then-that equation.

As such, I am choosing to give myself a freaking break! One day does not a lifetime make, after all. I choose to embrace the fogginess, the grumpiness and general unpleasantness that has taken over today, because guess what? Tomorrow is another day and more than likely, if I do not allow the effects of today to linger, if I cut myself that well deserved break, tomorrow will be a whole different day.

In the end, the goal is not perfection, but rather perseverance.