Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Some days are just bad
There's just no getting around it: Some days are bad.
Feet-stomping, frazzled, frustrating, fearful days. (Do all bad things begin with F?)
They can be the kind of bad that psyches you out: Days that seem like a good days, but, oh, look over there, on the horizon ... storm clouds are brewing.
They can be the kind of bad that gets better ...
or the kind of bad that gets worse.
They can be the kind of bad in which worse or better depends on one's level of optimism or one's ability to cope.
They can be the kind of bad that, when compared to other people's bad days, make you look like the winner of the lottery. Which, let's face it, can also be bad.
These bad days might even be good days when compared to other days still to come ... hopefully far, far away days.