So You Had A Bad Day…

Hey Babes!

Look, I am not great at a lot of things in life. I am a true Jackie of all trades, master of none. #selfawareness. But, I am really phenomenal at letting a bad moment ruin the rest of my day. When one shitty thing happens to me, I wash my hands of the day. It’s over. Kaput. Stick a fork in me, I’m done. I might as well take off my makeup and go to bed, because the remainder of my day will be spent dwelling on that one insignificant yet clearly significant moment.

I’m not sure why I am like that. Maybe I pissed someone off in a past life and now in this life, I have been cursed with a restless brain that latches onto things and obsesses over them until something else of note happens. It’s funny, because this trait that I possess, irritates the living shit out of me, when I notice it in other people. I just want to shake them and tell them to cry a river, build a bridge and get over it. Shut up! Kim, there are people that are dying and your knickers are in a twist because the barista at Starbucks put six pumps of liquid cane sugar in your drink instead of four. Seriously, bitch?

Despite my need to hold onto things until I explode, I constantly wrestle with the fact that so many people have it a hell of a lot worse than me. I am painfully aware of the fact that I need to get over myself and let go of my attitude, but then I remember that I have to allow my feelings to be valid. I can’t just shut my feelings off, because they aren’t pretty. It’s a real internal tug of war. Am I allowed to let a bad day or moment linger when people don’t have clean water to drink? When children are abused? When people don’t have a place to live, clothes on their backs or food to eat?

Here’s the deal, firstly I think it is important to recognize your privilege. If the worst thing that happened to you today was that you spilled your coffee or some asshole yelled at you, take a moment. Allow yourself to feel frustrated or annoyed and then remember that life goes on. You can wipe up a spill and bitch about said asshole to your friends. You have to either laugh at yourself or let out a private scream or cry, because that is better than letting it fester inside of you all day long. (Yes, I am talking to myself here too.)

Secondly, I believe that you have to take that moment in stride and not let it sour you against other people. Be kind, even if you’re going through it, because you literally never know what someone else is dealing with. Don’t be a dick to someone because you’re having a bad day. (Again, I am also speaking to myself.) Holding onto things is not my finest quality, but I’d argue that it is necessary to recognize your bad traits in order to become more self-aware, so in turn you can grow as a person. #NowThatsWhatICallGrowth. I once read a quote that I try my best to remember when I’m dealing with some shit, “Was it a bad day or a bad five minutes that you milked all day?”

How do you deal with bad days and bad minutes? Are you like me, or are you more evolved?

xoxo,

Kelly