I'm having a bad day. It started out fine enough - I got up, exercised, had a good breakfast. Then things fell apart over a breakfast conversation. The DH didn't let me out of facing something I wanted to avoid. Bless him. I'm trying not to growl at him. It's not easy. Off to work, where things are changing like shifting sands. The minute I think something is stable, everything adjusts. I'm in a bad mood and I fear it's getting worse. I'm eating lunch (at my desk) again. I'm having to work very, very hard to stay engaged and positive. Blah blah. I'm not ungrateful, tho. In this economic nightmare, I regularly say thanks for the job and I do not take it for granted.
Grumble. Grumble. Grumble.
I finally pull myself away from the corporate drain long enough to make a mug of tea. No cup and saucer for me today. I'd be a hazard to it - I might slam it down too hard and chip or break it. If my mood could design a mug, it would create one like above. A sturdy mug is necessary to handle this mood. I'm drinking Genmaicha tea. I want to find the perfect angry poem to match my mood, but none appears.
Maybe I have PMS. Maybe not. But aren't we all entitled to a mug of bad day tea every now and then? I hope to get to a place of peace, like the picture below, soon. Until then, I'll slam down my chunky mug.
*Images from corbis.com
10 comments:
Oh so know how you feel :( i think actually that I need to start my mediation cd again. If for some reason I cannot go to Jazzercise after work I will for sure close my eyes and listen to Depak Chopra. That should help but excercise is the best for me :(
Leaving you with this: close your eyes and seek the Force! May the Force be with you!
That made me smile!
Ahhhh, there's something so refreshing about people telling the truth on the bad days!
Sometimes my days are so bad (for no apparent reason)I could slam that cup of tea through the wall! What ever it is- just go with it- it will be over tomorrow. Hugs coming your way!
I like a look of Agony,
Because I know it's true—
Men do not sham Convulsion,
Nor simulate, a Throe—
The Eyes glaze once—and that is Death—
Impossible to feign
The Beads upon the Forehead
By homely Anguish strung.
"I like a look of Agony..." by Emily Dickinson.
I heard Garrison Keillor read this over the weekend, and thought of you when you said you were trying to locate an angry poem.
Sorry to hear you had a bad day yesterday. I hope today is better for you!
Jason, I believe you've found it!
And thanks, all, for your encouragement. I am feeling better today.
This is one of the funniest things I've ever read on a tea blog, Steph! And I LOVE the idea about the mug choice for these sorts of days (mine was Monday, FWIW). And hey, my co-workers (and husband) would surely love the advance notice of my, ahem, shifting moods ...
I agree with Anna, telling the truth on bad days is important and usually, I think, helps to make them less bad.
Hi Steph,
Sorry to hear about your bad day! That being said, it's those bad days that make the good days so wonderful....wishing you the balance of a good day now.
Hugs,
Karen
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