It’s a beautiful day…

Yesterday was a terrible day for me. Broken plans. Disappointment. A friend with no time to talk to me. Some hurtful (though, not intentionally) words. And some tears.

I wrote a post for the blog about the day. It was gut-wrenching. And it would have made all the people from yesterday understand how their actions made me feel. Andrew read it. He gently (the only safe way to talk to me by last night) suggested that I sleep on it before publishing. Wise man.

In the light of day, I am myself again. And I deleted the post.

We all have disappointments. We lose clients. We lose friends. Projects are cancelled. Pets die. Shit happens. How we face the world when these things happen, that’s what makes us who we are. Right? Yesterday, I faced disappointment by folding. In general, I face it by facing it. And by appreciating other things.

So yesterday I felt let down. I retreated. I read a book. Outside on a beautiful day on my favorite chair. And I watched and listen to the boys running through the sprinkler and chasing each other with water guns. (Okay, not politically correct. I didn’t buy them. But I didn’t throw them out, either.) And I waited for Andrew to come home from his first big ride on his new bike. Somehow, some joy did find me.

So I had a sad day. But I didn’t strike back. I have a good life. I have all the important people in my life for a reason. And today is another day.