Fuck This Day In Particular

[shanmonster]

I woke up under-slept and asthmatic.

I had a scheduled appointment to meet with a prospective agent this morning for my writing. Due to some sort of communications fuck-up, it did not happen.

I went for a bike ride, and along the way, my bike suddenly wouldn't go into gear.

When I got home, my clip-on sunglasses fell apart. I can't find the ridiculously tiny screw anywhere.

When I opened the fridge to get something to eat, a jar fell on my toe.

My beloved chinchillas are gone.

Goddamn it. Enough already.

HOWEVER.

Good shit is happening, too. I've completed the editing process with Augur Magazine for an upcoming publication.

I received word that two of my pieces have been selected for inclusion for the Bronx Memoir Project (even though I've never been to the Bronx).

My application for the Audible Indigenous Writer’s Circle is currently being reviewed.

I've been doing physical training for over a week now and the DOMS are no longer making me limp around. My strength is genuinely returning.

And I spoke with someone about going to view baby chinchillas. I have a really good vibe from this breeder, who obviously loves his chinchillas very much and loves their personalities. If all goes well, I will have adorable chinchilla puppies on June 6.

The problem is, I'm having a hard time making the good stuff overbalance the bad today. I'm giving it my all. I have some writing deadlines on the 31st. I hope I can get my shit sorted out so I can get 'er done.

Comments

[clevermanka]

You're in my thoughts.

[cinnamaldehyde]

Giving it your all is really all you can do. RAWR!

[valkryor]

Sometimes all anyone can do is acknowledge that it was a bad day and be gentle with yourself. Brains, because they're dicks, like to prioritize the bad over the good, kicking us when we're down. (Did I mention that brains are dicks? Because they totally fucking are.) It's what happens after that's important. Do you let one bad day bog you down for the next *mumble* number of days? Do you use it to fuel your gettin'-shit-done response? Do you put your fingers in your ears and sing opera at the top of your lungs to 'purge the negativity'? (Whoa, went a little suburb-live-laugh-love-Karen there.)