If history repeats itself, and the unexpected always happens, how incapable must Man be of learning from experience”
[George Bernard Shaw].
All in all it was a much better day than I had planned or even hoped for. I accomplished so much, and I am happy to report that most of the items on my “To Do List” now have a line through them.
But now, 10 minutes into tomorrow, I pause to look back at yesterday and I am a bit unsettled. A big mess of unexpected landed right on my head late in the day. In the midst of all my progress and efficiency, I was blindsided by “one of those days.”
I’ll be honest, “those days” can be somewhat difficult to foresee, but you know them when you see them — and sometimes you can see them coming down the pike from a long way off.
And somewhere toward mid-afternoon, well before I knew that “one of those days” was approaching, my sister called and invited me to get out of the house, enjoy the great weather, and join her in a walk at the park.
When I said I was much too busy to leave my work even for two hours, she said, “Well, I hope I don’t die tragically, because then you’ll be sorry.”
To which I replied, “I would be sad even if you died in a non-tragic manner.”
And she said, because she always has to have the last word, “Yeah, but when you die tragically, it’s just so . . . tragic.”
And then we had a good laugh about dying tragically. Which, in itself, when you think about it, is just weird. Nonetheless, I still couldn’t go on a walk with her.
And then, in the middle of my recounting a story to my husband about a very cool thing that happened to me earlier in the day, he interrupted me to ask if I thought his jeans were too long. Which makes no sense, because my story was very important and his — not so much.
And when I received the bit of news that turned my great day into “one of those days,” and I wanted to get discouraged because sometimes it really doesn’t seem like hard work pays off, I happened to see my latest Twitter post from this afternoon, which read — “Even if you are facing mounting disappointments or failures, now is not the time to give up hope or lower the dial on your determination!”
And I had to chuckle at how my online optimism was lifting my real-life sagging spirit.
And then, I continued writing and thinking long into the night — way past my usual bed time. Although, come to think of it, my sleeping habits have been really messed up for a while, so I’m not sure I even have a usual bed time any longer.
I used to be “Miss Early to Bed and Early to Rise.” Now, I’m “I’ll get to bed when I can, get up when I have to, and take a nap if needed to keep going.”
And now, when I think about it, even when you throw in the unexpected “one of those days” zingers, I had an exceedingly awesome, abundantly more than you can ask or think of kind of day. I guess it’s all how you look at it.
Kinda cool.
Whatever you are, be a good one!
Deanna
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