We all have those days. Or we don’t.
You wake up late because you were deeply asleep and slept through your alarm, or you kept hitting snooze, or you didn’t fall asleep at all because your brain won’t stop or the pain won’t stop and you’ve been up forever and as the sun comes up the reality of your day hits you and you want to cry. And you do.
You didn’t buy milk or you left it out and it’s spoiled and the kids want cereal with milk and you can’t get their lunches made because you don’t have the right lunch meat or you don’t have any lunch meat, and you burn the last waffle you found buried in the freezer and you want to cry. And you do.
You can’t get to work on time or you don’t have a job to get to on time or you stay home with your kids (mom or dad) and just literally nothing is going right and you want to cry. And you do.
You’ve been diagnosed with cancer; all those dizzy spells and problems concentrating weren’t just a prescription change, and suddenly you have a brain tumour and need treatment (well, not actually suddenly, it’s been there for years and why you and why didn’t you know sooner and what can be done and tests and treatment and stares) and you want to cry. And you do.
You lost your house, you’ve lost your purse, you can’t pay your bills, you’ve lost your way. You’re struggling and you want, no, you need to cry. And you do.
But won’t you don’t do is stay crying. You cry. And then you stop, and you get up, and you make the lunch and you do the work and you get the treatments and you find somewhere to live and you keep working through because you don’t give up.
You are allowed to be upset. Because no, life isn’t fair.
You are allowed to cry and be sad and say ‘This isn’t fucking fair!’
You just aren’t allowed to stay in that frame of mind. Because no matter what you are going through, mental illness or cancer or homelessness or not enough food in the house or kids that won’t stop crying or no job or any of it – believing in yourself, faith in yourself will help you get through. And that starts with being grateful for what you have, and mustering up the strength to look on the bright side, wherever it may be. It isn’t always easy and I don’t always want to but I’d rather look for something to smile about than something to keep crying about – because I know I’ll find what I’m looking for.
It won’t make it go away, no. But if you have to get up in the morning and face a shit day in a shit place (physical, mental, emotional), what better way to do it than with a smile on your face. Life is a bit of a bear, a beast, a bitch – it can wear you down if you let it. Don’t let it. Cry. And then stop, and get up and keep going.
I told my husband that I am a ‘glass half full’ kind of person – he stopped me and said “No, you’re a ‘be happy you have a glass’ kind of person” – and I like that just fine.
Lots of people don’t have a glass; I’m happy to have one.