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.