Have a real day…
This is not a pretty story. I woke up crabby and rapidly slid downhill into grumpy. There wasn’t a good reason — or even a bad one. I was just suddenly a short, blondish, Cruella DeVille.
I harrumphed at my children, ignored the cat, snarled at my laptop and grinched my way through checking email. Couldn’t shower right away because my daughter wanted to. Grumble … grumble … grumble.
Realized I was thirsty and my body wanted lemon water. Cold. Sour. Cloudy. Yeah. Just the fuel this morning needed.
Roamed onto Facebook where everyone seemed to be having the most enlightened, beautiful, dream-come-true kind of day they’d ever had. Humbug! Several of them wanted to know how I was….really.
I didn’t answer, because I truly like these people, and most of Cruellas’s responses were unprintable….really. I took a shower instead. Crabs like water, right?
Couldn’t stop thinking about the “How are you? Really.” question, though.
Really, I was not so good. Stretched very thin. Carrying too much. Not asking for help. I wasn’t listening to my heart. I missed the deep connection to myself and the earth and oneness I’d felt during a recent retreat. And, on top of all that, I was standing in my shower hoping that being wet would stop the Cruella crab. Which it wasn’t.
So here’s the part where I’m supposed to tell you I got out of the shower into a lovely insightful meditation, made myself a green smoothie, called three friends for help, and began having the most enlightened, beautiful, dream-come-true kind of day ever. Happy ending accomplished.
I got out of the shower into the same pile of demands and responsibilities I’d dropped on the floor with my jammies. I grabbed a bagel (my daughter had eaten the peach I wanted) and took many deep breaths. I drove my kids to the trailhead for their hike.
On the way home from dropping the kids off I screeched to a stop to stare drop-jawed at a whole flock of wild turkeys (awww….little ones!) I slalomed down the road avoiding a fleet of butterflies. Yes, I brake for butterflies.
Now I’m writing this for you. Because crabby days happen. Just a part of the rhythm of life. Especially when we stop listening to our hearts and try to handle everything all by ourselves. So (shrug) we’re human.
Then wild turkey poults happen.
You get to write a blog post for a really amazing community.
Cruella stalks out of your day because she hates being wet.
The same tidal flow of life that brought the grumpy day pulls it away. Realistic doing OK ending happens.