One of those days

Do you ever have those days where things just seem to go pear shaped? I mean don’t get me wrong I like pears.

But let’s just say you wake up and try to go running and it isn’t the greatest run, but you shake it off and keep on going.

Then it takes you 20 minutes to find a parking spot, making you barely there in time to start your shift at work. And while at work you burn your hand, leaving a mark on your hand, still present the morning after.

Keeping the trend going you get to your dinner meeting and have to wait for them to show up and then when they do it is another long wait until dinner, and you haven’t eaten all day.

Dinner goes well though so things are looking up, and on your way out of the parking lot, someone was driving and texting and hits your back bumper. Well enough, you pull over and they try to drive off, but get stuck at the light, so you write their information and then call the police. Waiting for the police you decide to listen to some music and when they arrive discuss the previous events while leaving your lights on. So when you hop back in your car to warm up from the frigid nighttime temps, you realize you’re still going to be cold because your battery is dead.

You come home and it is an argument once again and you realize you are going to miss your deadline on a project.

So, you put on your sweats, take a spoonful of peanut butter and take a breath.

You survived another day. You lived to breathe one more time.