What makes a day bad? I mean every day you wake up and every day you do the same thing that would not affect your day, workout, take a shower, frantically drink coffee, pour some cereal down my throat and run out of the door like the house is on fire. Yes this is my normal routine for some reason being on time has never been a strong suit of mine, but eh, I'm learning to go with it ( it seems to bother others more then it does myself). Then you get in your car start driving like a normal day and something goes tragically wrong, you can't pin point it, nor can you tell when it will strike but when it does you just know, its not gonna be a good day...
It could be that you have talked to 36 people that day and then you decided to take a bathroom break and when realize that the tiny part on your scalp that you forgot to put sunscreen on decided that it would peel leaving the entire top of your head a mass of very large skin particles that looks like you have the snow capped Rockie Mountains on your head...
It could be that are driving and get cut off by someone doing 30 miles under the speed limit and you start yelling and screaming like a mad person, only to realize that its was your grandma...
It could be that you think your husband threw something away that you really needed, and you really get mad, think very mean thoughts call him yell all the really mean thoughts at him, and then you find it, exactly where you put it up...
It could be that get in really big hurry and have a million things on your mind while carrying lunch into a building, talking on the phone and trying to balance on a pair of 4 inch heels you run smack into a sliding glass door while people are sitting in the waiting room...
It could be that while you are walking down a hallway and someone keeps asking questions and you just think she is a really friendly women, then right before you tell her about your lunch that she asked you about, you realize that she isn't talking to you at all, she is actually on the phone...
It could be that you are standing on an elevator with a food delivery guy when can totally smell the lunch he has brought and you aren't sure if he is carrying eggs or a large batch of broccoli (either way it smells like a giant fart) and you don't think twice about it because you see the lunch he has, until, he gets off the elevator leaving you to continue your journey in the fog machine and on the very next floor a large family gets on the elevator, who doesn't see the delivery guy and only smells the after effects of the "fart", and you can feel the subtle glances they give each other they are all thinking the same thing, "wow what did that girl eat"...
It could be anything that can trigger a bad day, but the question is how do we get over it, that feeling, that irritability, that annoyance at anyone who even speaks. You don't know? Well neither do I, when you find out fill me in...
Until you figure it out I'm gonna use what God gave me and that my people is a good sense of humor!
Genesis 21:6
