Some mornings I wake up and I feel great, like I’m ready to do something productive, whether that’s go to work, or hang out with friends, go on a day trip. Some days I wake up and I feel really good, I look forward to the rest of the day, now it’s Autumn and it’s getting colder and soon it will be Christmas (don’t hate me for saying it too early) I look forward to the day, these next few months are my favourite, the chilly mornings and dark nights with the fire on make me very happy but some days I wake up and…well…I don’t feel that great. I feel miserable and even getting out of bed seems pretty pointless. There doesn’t have to be anything inparticular going on, just I’m having a bad day. Whatever happens then throughout the rest of the day, like forgetting my keys, or purse, or my battery dying, it feels like the biggest thing, it just makes my bad day even more crap.
I always think that tomorrow when I wake up I will feel better, that tomorrow wont be as bad as today. But what if I don’t feel better? What if tomorrow is just as bad?
I got myself into a routine last year where I thought everyday was the worst day of my life, that the hell I was going through was going to last forever, that this pain I was feeling wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Don’t get me wrong, it sucked big time for a very very long while, and I still have my moments but now not every day is a bad day. In fact most days are pretty damn good.
Everyone has bad days, whether you’ve been or are going through absolute hell or have just woken up feeling not that great. You’re allowed to feel sorry for yourself, you’re allowed to feel upset that today isn’t going how you planned, you’re allowed to sit and cry because you got your heartbroken, you’re allowed to scream at the top of your lungs because the person you loved walked away, you’re allowed to do all those things, you’re entitled to have bad days. But don’t let those bad days consume you, and take over everything, don’t wake up in the morning and allow your bad day to have complete power over you, try and make it the best day of your life.
I definitely didn’t try to make any day a good day last year, I thought sitting in my bed crying for hours on end was how every day was meant to be, I thought that what I went through was going to define me for the rest of my life, that the people who left were never going to come back, that every day was going to be a horrifically bad day. I didn’t even know what a good day felt liked anymore, I thought this is how it’s going to be now.
But the amazing thing is, bad days don’t last.
We all have bad days, we all feel defeated and like the world is against us, but don’t let your bad days define who you are for the rest of your life, or stop you from doing the most amazing things, let your bad days strengthen you and help you grow, let it turn you into a stronger person. We have such a great life. You can do whatever you want with it.
They are only bad days, they will soon fade.
Until next time,
Lots of love,