So I had a frustrating work day yesterday, which led to introspection, trouble getting to sleep, a bunch of anxiety about a handful of related money/career/life things, a late wake up, and a missed workout.
What an auspicious start to my day, right?
A friend of mine messaged me just now though after I followed his cat on Twitter (just roll with it, ok?) and I started to tell him my litany of woes, and got his sympathies.
As I did, I remembered something, which I told him.
"It's okay. I know the drill. Much of my suffering in this is self-imposed, and the result of expectation. Just moving through it."
As soon as I said it, I knew it to be the truth. That doesn't mean I snap my fingers and don't feel anguish. That wouldn't be human! I recognize what I did, and am doing. I'm moving through pain I mostly made myself.
It's not easy, but it's worthwhile. I already feel better somewhat, too.
I think that's the truth of human existence - a constant series of waves we surf.
That's a valuable skill to have.
Bad days are relative, right? I mean it's not like I'm getting bitten by a shark as I hang from the rescue ladder of a helicopter.