This past Monday I had a day that was like the mother of all Mondays. You know, one of those days when everything seems to go wrong and you’ve got the attitude to match? I’m going to sound a little like I’m competing in a gripe fest contest, but stay with me, I’m going somewhere with this.
It all started with tornado warning sirens blaring early in the morning. Every time I went to step out of the door to my house sirens blasted. I’d wait ten minutes, gather my things and reach for the door knob. As soon as I opened the door, there went the sirens again. This happened three times. I huffed and puffed, rolled my eyes and complained to my sister that the stupid tornado warnings were going to make me late for work. Yes, I was that person. Never mind the threat of real and immediate danger: this whole situation was upsetting MY agenda. I’m not proud of that, but it’s the truth.
After 30 minutes, I finally got clearance to leave the house from the local news and my sister. Being a typical Monday, I didn’t make time to cook breakfast (yep, despite having 30 minutes to complain about the tornado warnings) and planned to make a stop on my way in to work. I reached for my wallet, and realized I’d left it at home. I was so put out, I nearly busted a blood vessel. I harassed my sister via text until she agreed to bring my wallet to me at work.
Because my morning didn’t start out like I wanted it to, I had a stinky attitude all day. EVERYTHING annoyed me. By the time I left work, I was beyond irritable. Then my car wouldn’t start. This isn’t a new problem, as I’ve been putting off getting it serviced for weeks now. I was just angry that I couldn’t simply get in my car and GO, like so many others. Why did I have to pop the hood and jimmy the battery cable cover to get things moving?
Later that night, before I fell asleep I had a little talk with the Lord. I re-counted all of the things that had gone wrong like a petulant child. While doing so, I realized all the things that had gone right. I heard tornado warnings, but I wasn’t caught up in the devastation that hit Tupelo, MS. I forgot my wallet, but I didn’t get pulled over for driving without a license. Not only that, my sister happened to have a doctor’s appointment a few blocks away from my job and was able to bring it to me. My car didn’t start initially, but it’s still drivable and I have the means to get it repaired.
One of the things I’m working on in terms of self-improvement is having an attitude of gratitude. Even when things don’t go according to plan. A bad day is just that: one bad day. I can honestly say that all of my good days outweigh my bad days, so I won’t complain.
How do you handle bad days?