Tuesday, December 14, 2010

My Day

I spent most of this day dealing with unpleasantness, stressful, jaw-clenching stuff, I did not want to deal with. Still, it had to be done and with a really tight jaw and a lot of deep breathing, I got through it all.

I tried to remember that I was lucky to have the resources to be able to deal with this problem. That what I had to slog through this morning did not have to define my day, but it did for the most part.

When the dust settled, all I could think was, my day! My beautiful day, gone! I am almost convinced I would have written the best poem of my life, the break-through poem, if only I could have spent this morning at my desk like I planned.

I would love to tell you how I managed to turn things around. All I know is this: I kept breathing - a lot of slow deep breaths. I remembered to eat lunch and drink tall glasses of water. I washed my face and picked up Max from school and listened intently to every single thing that was good about his day.

I just kept moving forward, doing the things that needed to be done and eventually, I was sitting at the table knitting while Max was doing his homework, and I felt the last of this morning's unpleasantness lift from my shoulders and fly away.

My day, my beautiful day.


  1. Lovely. I'm so glad your beautiful day returned.

  2. From the jaw-clenching unpleasantness comes beauty...such a lovely entry.

  3. "My mom says some days are like that. Even in Australia." -- from "Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day" (Judith Viorst)