“It’s just a bad day. It’s not a bad life.”
I hung onto those words yesterday during my uber-crabby hours and you know what? True words. It was just a bad day.
I’m happy I can see and understand that now. Once, I couldn’t. Every day was a bad day. It was a bad life, because I kept telling myself it was. Stinkin’ thinkin’ kept me miserable for years.
My life now is far from perfect, but it’s a hell of a lot better than it was some years ago and I made that happen. I changed my life. Imagine that. Not alone, of course, because little of lasting value is done alone. Someone influences, is an inspiration, a prod, a help. But I did it, with the help of some pretty darn amazing people.
Change is possible. I’m proof of that. And there are better days ahead, if only I believe there are, and get up off my fine wide arse and make them happen. Belief without action is kind of pointless. You have to add the sweat equity to make the whole thing work. But there are better days to come.
It’s a good life.