What a Difference a Day Makes

Not much time to write today. I’m off to a board meeting (with ice cream, which makes board meetings infinitely better, in my experience), but I wanted to jot a quick note on a simple topic. Do you ever have days where you’re just dreading what’s going to happen? It’s not that the individual things are terrifying. I’m not talking about major surgeries or enormous trials (or maybe I am)–but mainly just things you know you have to do but don’t really want to do, and they’re all piled up on one day of nastiness?

I don’t have days like that too often, but sometimes I do. Sometimes I have days on the calendar that I can see coming from weeks away, and I don’t look forward to them at all. (Who does?) But the wonderful thing is that those days come, and you live through them, and then at the end of the day–sixteen or so simple hours later–that day is over. Those things? They’re done.

And the feeling then is one of the greatest in the world. Knowing that what you weren’t looking forward to is now something you only have to look back on.

Of course, sometimes things don’t go well during that day of awful, and so it’s a bit of a different experience. But when you’re a worrier like me, it’s rare that things go worse than you expected. Maybe the lesson I should be learning here is that I shouldn’t dread some days as much as I do. But we’re all going to have tough days, no matter how little we try to worry.

Anyway. Just a little thought for the day while I head out and get board with ice cream. Have a great weekend, everybody. Catch you on the flip side!