It started when I slept through my alarm. Then I rushed to get ready and ran outside to my car with a messenger bag on my shoulder and a hot coffee in hand. Then I threw my belongings in the trunk and rushed around to jump into the driver’s seat. Except this time, there was ice between myself and said seat: whoooshhhh!
And there goes my coffee and I, up in the air, and down to the ground like a balloon filled with ball bearings. I don’t remember the impact, but I do remember the outcome. Now my right hand is bleeding from the chunks that had been taken out my respective pinky and pointer fingers, and I’m not even sure what I cut them on—the side of the car? The ice? The gravel? Who knows?
The day continued in rag tag chaos from there. I spilled more coffee on myself. I tripped on and over things. I felt sleepy and then wired. And then, I just felt altogether weird.
Days like this are going to happen once in a while. That’s just life. So all you can do is push through the chaos with your face seat to the horizon; make things happen, even though it seems like all the odds are stacked against you making things happen.
If you’ve had one of these days recently, or are even having one as you read this, take heart. You can push through it like I did today.
Don't cry over spilled coffee. Just make another one.