So here's a thing:
my car won't start, my phone died the morning I left town last week, the computer at my studio refused to turn on the night before I left, and a cancelled flight meant a packed 48 hour trip to NY before returning to staff meeting I had completely forgotten about. I've dropped more professional balls the past month than I've dropped in 5 years, it's that dreaded time of year known as "accounting season" (see also: the month where I desperately try to remember every entry under "misc") and the weather in Wisconsin is the exact reason we boast so many serial killers from this state.
I would like to say that I've handled it beautifully. I have - in fact - whined a lot, contemplated ex-patriating, and made my husband quietly miserable. I've made chocolate chip cookies, watched a lot (A LOT) of Friends episodes, and demanded attention.
I have NOT, however, binged, purged, restricted, hurt myself, over exercised or had too much to drink. I haven't hated myself, pinched my fat or cut out food groups. And only once or twice have I blamed this on my usual imagined litany of shortcomings (lazy, stupid, just not positive enough to manifest abundance...)
Instead, I've just felt like shit when I've had a few spare minutes.
Here's a quote for bad days:
Rather than letting our negativity get the better of us, we could acknowledge that right now we feel like a piece of shit and not be squeamish about taking a good look.” ~ Pema Chödrön
I got up this morning, had a kick ass barbell practice and ate breakfast tacos. My Oly Snatch feels like it's finally coming online. My dog is adorable and would do just about anything for breakfast tacos. (we're twins.) I have a full eight weeks at home before I travel again. So - all together - I'm really blessed.
Life is ups. and downs. and suffering. and remembering that suffering is why we get a chance to reconnect to the Universe. So go have a great day...even if it's a mess.