When Bad Days Happen to Good People

Everyone has bad days.  I have my share, you have yours but I believe that there are degrees of the Bad Day.  You can have the type (No. 1) where you stub your toe and it makes you angry, or you can have the type (No. 2) where you keep losing things.  You can also have the type where NOTHING goes right, and you seem to hate everyone (including yourself).  It is days like No. 3 that are the worst.  You can replace things and items, your toe will heal, and life will go on, but when you have a Bad Day No. 3 -that's it.  It's over.  There is no "moving on" on a day when you wake up, hate everything and everyone, and cannot seem to make yourself move forward.

Sometimes I have days like this -No 3.  Where it's just messy and bad, and then I have days like No's 1 & 2 where I can lift my own spirits (usually by reading your blogs and blog-shopping for cute ideas) and get over myself.  Today is a No. 3 day.  Nothing is working, nothing is helping and it seems that I've given myself a stomach ache over it too.  I'm not naturally the anxious type (dramatic -definitely) but maybe this time it's because I feel like this is really important, and that I'm not looking forward to some of the things I have to do and say, determine and execute (I know that sounds bad, but it's not that bad...) complete.

Dear Bad Day No. 3,

You stink.  Please end soon.

Love,
Briana