Some days are just too much.
Too much trouble, too much to handle, too bothersome. Too unreal, too ridiculous, too tiring.
Some days have things that come our way that we didn’t ask for, but we have to deal with them. Other days have a lot of good in them, and instead of being grateful for those things, we consume them without giving them much thought, and we go merrily along our way; it’s almost as though we think we deserve them, although that’s not a conscious thought, either.
When the trying, the bad and the challenging come back into the picture, we fret. We complain, we bemoan, we avoid — all of which we do consciously.
Sometimes I think that something bad has pulled a fast one and snuck past me because I forgot to say thanks for the good stuff. I know it’s silly, but it’s the truth.
Some days it feels like the only spring in your step might come in your dreams. It’s the spring not yet affected by your waking hours, free of reality and which comes before you’re fully awake. Then you come to, and it starts. “It” is the weight — the weight of the gravity of a situation, the weight of what might be, the weight of truth.
But it is what it is. Isn’t it always?
I was browsing a website earlier today and came across this quote. It helped, if only for a while. But when I revisited it and read it again, I was thankful for it.
“Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.” -Emerson