Happy Days

“life is tough my darling, but so are you.” – Stephanie Bennett Henry

Yesterday was a good day. I woke up five minutes before my alarm went off and didn’t completely dread getting out of bed. Normally, having to wake up before the sun does would make me cranky, but I rolled out of bed without hesitation. I threw on my robe, opened my windows to see a slight bit of sun, and started running the water for my shower. I gulped down a glass a water to refresh my body (something I’ve recently started doing every morning) and looked in the mirror at a frailer exterior of myself than normal, but I saw in my eyes that I was a lot stronger than yesterday. I know it sounds cheesy, but the past week or so has been pretty draining for my body physically and mentally, which is a whole other story…
So I hopped in the steaming hot shower, closed my eyes, and let the warm water run through my hair and down my back.
Fifteen minutes and three “brilliant shower ideas” later, I stepped out and got dressed in the clothes I had set out the night before. I had about an hour and half drive ahead of me and wasn’t complaining. I was actually excited for the time to spend by myself blasting indie rock while attempting to sing along (anyone who knows me, knows I almost never sing the correct lyrics). As I got onto the expressway it brought me back to the random drives I used to take in high school and all the crazy fun times driving with friends to school or to after-school activities.
But there’s something about driving alone that invokes thinking. I’m not sure what it is or if it’s just me, but long car drives always seem to make the gears turn. It took me the drive down and the drive back to collect my thoughts. Here they are.
I realized that I want everyday to be like yesterday or at least an attempt. I understand there will always be bad days or bad moments, but I want to wake up in the morning and enjoy my shower instead of feeling pressured to get out in five minutes. I want to wake up and feel excited and ready to take on the day. But what I truly realized was that maybe the day before wasn’t so great, maybe it was the worst day you’ve had in awhile, but tomorrow is another day, a clean slate. Instead of dwelling on the bad, why not recognize it and move on. That there is strength.

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