Today I learned a valuable lesson about flexibility.
When we woke up this morning, it just felt like one.of.those.days. You know the kind…from the very start, nothing is going your way.
We had big plans for today: I started an online class last week and am already behind, I have projects that need to be turned in at work, and lots of new projects needing my attention too. Anthony had plenty of shit to do today too. We vowed that today was our day to get.shit.done.
But it didn’t work out like that. Ro is teething, overtired, feeding more than usual for comfort, and needs lots of extra love. She never cries, but today, she was inconsolable. And I BALLED MY EYES OUT, whining about my plans, my needs, my wants. I cried because I’m stressed out, impatient and overburdened right now. And all I wanted was one fucking day to get my shit together.
But in that moment of self pity and whiny bullshit, I realized something: life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans. Shit rarely goes your way, and that is just how the universe works. You can either roll with the punches and make the best of it, or crawl into bed and wallow away. Either way, the day goes on and time passes nonetheless; only you have the power to change your mood, and change the outcome of the day.
So here we are, enjoying what could have been the day from hell. Instead, we saw butterflies come to life, and some beautiful spring colors, and in case you didn’t notice that smile, someone thoroughly enjoyed Mom’s change in attitude towards today. I could have spent today in bed crying and panicking. But I like this version much better.