Well, we’ve all had rough days. Right? And it’s safe to say it’s easy to get down about it...
So I’ve had a pretty shitty day. Or week. Well it’s Tuesday and it’s all been shit since Friday so nearly a week. Usually I’m one of those people that says “there’s no where to go but up”. Every time I thought that, it got worse. Friday was rough. Saturday sucked. Sunday was just plain painful. Monday was hell. So today I let myself wallow. I allowed myself to think the worst of every situation and assume that my world as I knew it was over. I know that it’s not.
I’ve decided that one day of self pity is healthy. It’s okay to not be okay. It’s okay to hate some aspects of your life. It’s just human nature.
That being said I allowed myself to feel every emotion fully today. I silently sobbed in the bathroom. I screamed every curse word possible in my head - directed at me and others. I gave myself pep talks and lectures. I took all of my frustrations and anger out of on writing - fight scenes, sex scenes, death scenes. God - I am grateful my anger can be useful!
But that was it. Today was my day. Now I’m moving on.
Yeah, I know - it sounds cruel or callous or heartless right? But I don’t see it that way. I see it as healthy. I could absolutely spend every single day worrying over every aspect of my life. Where does that get me? Probably missing out on life and never truly appreciating anything.
Today, I’m not okay. Tomorrow, I will be.