Yesterday was a pretty normal day for me. I got to work at 7, left at 4, the usual. I was feeling a little more optimistic than I normally do perhaps, because I spent my down time planning out what I wanted to cook for dinner each night this week and I was going to go pick up healthy snacks on my lunch break. (I recently found out that I don’t have enough good cholesterol. I don’t have too high of bad cholesterol, which is weird, I just don’t have enough of the good stuff. What else is new.) I love planning, and I love the feeling that I had my life together.
So I successfully ran to the store, bought plenty of snacks, and stopped at Chili’s to pick up the salmon I ordered all within my allotted hour. The work day was going well, even though I was busy and didn’t have time to make some of the phone calls I needed to make… phone calls that I still need to make. And while we’re at it, let’s add a few more phone calls to that list. Because on top of calling a prospective employer, (whom I’ve been trying to contact for 4 months) before I pulled out of the parking lot at work and being rejected, I was rear-ended on my way home. It wasn’t bad, and not too much damage was done, but an inconvenience nonetheless.
After getting all of the lady’s information, I got a phone call from my boyfriend asking if I could pick up one of his grandmother’s prescriptions. No big deal, it was on my way home and I planned on stopping at the store in order to buy everything for the aforementioned amazing, wholesome meals I had planned to make. Once I get there, however, they look at me like I’m crazy and inform me that there are no prescriptions to pick up. So I call my boyfriend, get the mess sorted out, and leave with the medicine about 20 minutes later. At this point I decided to skip the store, thinking we probably had something I could just make at home. A little less exciting, but I was in no mood to deal with any more people.
Once I get home mother nature decides to be best friends, yet again. So my uterus has now decided to join in on my disheartened mood. Awesome timing. At this point I’ve decided that I’m done for the day. I planned on doing the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen on top of cooking dinner. Nope. No longer do I plan on doing any of that mess.
I sat in bed for a good 30 minutes, just relaxing and trying not to cry. I hate crying. It’s stupid and pointless and usually does nothing but make you feel somewhat better after you’re done. Minus the stuffy nose, itchy eyes, and swollen face. Gross. Then, my boyfriend asks what we want to do for dinner… I wasn’t even hungry anymore. I told him I didn’t care, but that I had given up the idea of cooking. After my great planning to eat only healthy meals, we went to Sonic. I’m not exactly proud of it, but it’s probably better than the dinner I had decided upon (which was wine).
I didn’t feel particularly upset about the events that happened on my way home, but I didn’t feel happy. I was just in a down mood. Which is okay, but I hated it. Monday at its finest… I am proud of myself for how I handled everything though. I didn’t get angry, I didn’t even cry. I am left with feeling let down however. I was more upset about that phone call and realizing my option of that position is no longer available than I was about the wreck.
All I can really conclude from yesterday, and the advice that my boyfriend gave me, is that everything can only get better. I’m trusting in God that everything will work out how it should for me, and trying to be patient.
As always, thank you for reading into my thoughts.
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