We all live our lives the same: moment by moment, hour by hour, and so on. We all eventually figure out that we cannot change the past or figure out what the future is. Period. Like it or not, that's simply the human condition. And by and large, we all accept it.
But there are some days when, even if the sun is shining, our day is so gloomy that we lapse into what might have been, or worry about what's next. Some days are simply too full of stress and/or demands and/or frustrations, and we want to sit down, like a small child would, and say 'No! I don't want to!' We want to go outside and just start running (or walking, depending). Or we want to kick and wave our arms and shriek. Loudly.
And there is no magic I have found to help deal with these situations, what I call 'down days'. Except.
Except to figure out maybe just one thing to look forward to. Like eating a cookie or a spoonful of ice cream, or picking up the cat for a brief hug. She doesn't like long hugs but she does love the short ones.
Or to just hug a loved one, if one is around. Or to look outside and see what is there.
A dear friend once told me we all are entitled to moments of self-pity. She called those moments a pity-party. And said we could have one any time we needed one, but only for fifteen minutes. Which gives one time to indulge in a bit of despair and then perhaps figure out what they are going to do next. Perhaps figure out what kind of cookie.
