What Makes a Good day or Bad Day?
I got up feeling overwhelmed. I had been sick for a few days and was behind in everything. Because I was feeling pressured by time, I skipped my morning meditation which is never a good idea and sat down at the computer to open the email. I did not consider whether I would have a good day or bad day when I sat down at the computer to work.
A good day or bad day?
I rebooted and started all over. After wading through the email, I opened The Blog to find 139 comments. That would be wonderfully exciting if they were real comments but 135 of them were spam. I go through them one by one to sort out the real comments from the spam. After taking care of the comments and working on the blog, I decided to have breakfast.
No milk. I had forgotten to get some when I walked over to the store the day before. I had been looking forward to a dish of hot oatmeal, but I scrambled some eggs instead and made a cup of tea.
The morning struggled along, and about 10:30 my thoughts turned to the aroma and taste of a good a cup of coffee, so I took a break, filled the coffee maker with fresh water and coffee, pushed the button and returned to the computer while the coffee maker did its job.
More bad day?
There was a surprise for me when I went to the kitchen to get my cup of coffee. Coffee flooded the table—some books were soaking in it—and coffee was all over the floor. In my rush and distractions of the morning, I had filled the coffee maker and set the coffee pot on the table instead of back on the coffee maker. Yikes! I had a mess, and I didn’t have time for that. After I cleaned it up and made another pot of coffee, I put the pot where it belonged and pushed the button.
As I sat with my fresh, hot cup of coffee, the whole morning took a twist, and everything became funny. ” What am I supposed to learn from this?” is always my question when things keep going wrong. I reviewed the lessons—mindfulness was a big one. Others?
- Starting the day with meditation,
- being present to the task at hand, (i.e., the coffeepot),
- planning ahead and, oh yes, appreciation.
After a good laugh and some extraneous giggles, I went back to work. Was I having a good day or bad day?
There was a time when I would have announced to the world that I was having a bad day, but this, I knew, was NOT a bad day. The day had not gone as planned, but it was a good day. Actually, it was a remarkable day. I have everything I need and most things I want. I have a comfortable house, doting children and grandchildren, and a dog who loves me almost as much as he loves his food dish or the dog park. Most importantly, I have freedom. I am overwhelmed with gratitude and appreciation for all these gifts. No, not a bad day.
A bad day is not about inconveniences or mishaps. It can be a bad day when there is no food for your children, no shelter to keep them out of the cold and no one to turn to for help. A bad day is when bombs are falling all around, and you are the only one of your family who is still alive. When there is no freedom and no say in most things about your life it can be a bad day. It is a bad day when you are told what to believe, how to dress, when and how to speak and where you are allowed to go.
A good day
A day with freedom, enough food, a house, family and friends, something to do that I love doing, and a sweet dog who loves me is, indeed, a good day. No matter how it goes, I get to choose whether I will have a good day or a bad day. I choose a good day!