I don’t believe in bad days.
I believe we can have less than pleasant moments in our day, but the only “bad days” we have are the ones we create in our minds.
I suppose now would be a good time to add a disclaimer, so I don’t lose you before we go any further: Yes, I realize that sometimes SERIOUS events happen that can stop us in our tracks and completely overpower our minds, our days, and don’t necessarily fit neatly into the scope of this blog post…and while I still don’t believe in bad days, I give even myself a pass when one of these events occurs. But stay with me here…
Let me tell you a story about my Tuesday a few weeks ago…Sonia’s terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. (Props to Judith Viorst, Author of Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, for one of my favorite book titles of all time).
It all began with a 4:15 wake-up call for someone who is NOT a morning person by any stretch of the imagination. Why I felt it was a good idea to book a flight before
It was in this fuzzy state of
And now here I am…at the airport, all alone, less than an hour until I have to board my plane, without my cell phone.
It is at this point that most people decide “Well, this is a crap day”.
And for a second, I caught myself about to utter those words…it wasn’t even
How could I proclaim it a bad day when I still had at least 18 hours of wakefulness ahead of me?
So, I quickly rephrased my thoughts. “Well, this has been an adventurous morning so far…but I’m not going to have a bad day, I’m going to figure this out, and I’m going to get that phone back”.
I’ll spare you the details, but through a series of good samaritans, airport wi-fi and my Kindle Fire, a friend who came to the rescue, and my favorite Uber driver ever, the phone was recovered all before
My travel day, however, was far from over. After nearly 12 hours of planes, Ubers,
I was tired, hungry bordering on hangry, and a bit emotionally exhausted.
Through the magic of the internets, I ordered myself some dinner…and then proceeded to wait an hour for a delivery that should have taken 20 minutes, and watch the delivery meter on the website tell me “Your food has been delivered, we hope you are enjoying your meal”…and yet I had no food, and no phone to call and find out where it was.
And once again, the voice in my head immediately chimed in…“OMG, this day sucks”.
But did it? Because the phone was recovered, unharmed.
My flight home, although long, was pleasant and safe.
I had my kindle and was able to watch two really good movies during my travels.
Every person I came across all day long was friendly, polite, kind, and helpful.
I arrived at
And the food finally did arrive, still warm, and delicious. Turns out my driver’s car broke down, and someone else had to take over all of his deliveries. (Maybe he was having his own terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day as well).
And I tucked into bed that night, cuddly cat and all, and slept peacefully and comfortably.
It was NOT a bad day. Not at all.
In fact, when I really take a look at it and pick it apart, it was a pretty great day.
It simply included two very inconvenient and annoying events. One that was definitely more stressful and caused a bit of panic and confusion, the other was just annoying and left me
In the end, I got my phone, I got my food, and I got to see the kindness of strangers, to appreciate the help of friends, and to enjoy the refreshing experience of not having my phone on me for 24 hours.
And I also had the opportunity to notice a shift in me. Because even a year ago that lost cell phone would have sent me into a frenzy of panic and tears and I’m not even sure how I would have been able to handle the situation.
Yet, last week, I was able to maintain a level of calm and composure that surprised me. And impressed me. And made me grateful for the growth I’ve experienced.
Before I was even sure I’d recover the phone, I was already smiling, joking about my idiocy at leaving the phone behind, and reminding myself that “Oh well, it’s just a phone, I’ll figure it out”.
And knowing that it wasn’t, at all, a bad day. Just a bad moment.
How often do we let these bad moments expand and turn into bad days?
How often do we let ourselves buy into the story that hitting extra terrible traffic on the way to work means our whole day is ruined? That missing a train, losing a phone, breaking a nail, getting yelled at by someone in traffic, dropping our coffee…the list goes on…means we’re destined to have THE WORST DAY EVER?
How often do we then manifest that reality for ourselves?
In turn, how often are we given the opportunity to take a less than pleasant event, acknowledge it for what it is, on its own, and not let it determine the rest of our day, our week, our lives?
Last Tuesday I made a choice to have a good day, lost phone and all. I caught myself declaring it a bad day, and I changed my story. “Nope, not a bad day, look at all these nice people offering to help me, think about what a great weekend you had, and you’re heading home, you’ll still make it home, phone or not – NOT a bad day, this is going to be a good day, and you’re going to get your phone back”.
And yes, I talk to myself.
And so it was. A good day. A pleasant day. A beautiful day. Filled with gratitude and joy and lessons.
Do we really ever have bad days? Or do we create them out of bad moments?
I don’t believe in bad days. I believe in gratitude and joy and perspective.
Next time you are setting yourself to have a really bad day, hit pause. Take a moment, acknowledge the crappy moment, and choose, decide, DEMAND that you are still going to have a GOOD day.
Watch how quickly your view of the world shifts…
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