Yesterday I felt a little down.
There didn’t seem to be any particular reason for this.
It was cold and grey, but it’s November, it’s quite often cold and grey. I had a bad night with the baby, but that’s sadly all too common place as well. Slept in – but that’s my usual way of catching up on sleep, and while irritating, shouldn’t leave me wallowing in self pity.
On the plus side, I managed a run.
A good run. My longest so far, at 1.96 miles. Took me 19 mins 25 seconds – under the 10 min mile pace I was stuck at for a long time, but not by much. Usually running boosts me for the day, but even the rush of achieving a personal best didn’t help.
Another first – I had an article about boycotts published on PowderRoomGraffiti. This felt like a great achievement. *And* I got paid for it 😉 First step into a new career as a writer? It’s something I’ve wanted all my life.
But it didn’t help.
Nothing helped.
I tried tidying – and the baby came behind me and untidied faster than I could tidy.
I did a tiny bit of work and networking, but it felt false and rather pointless.
So in the end, I did the best thing I could. I accepted that I felt sad. I accepted that I can’t always feel happy. And I told myself that it was OK to be less than cheerful and bright and bouncy at all times, and that tomorrow would be another day.
It is. And I still feel a little sad. But I’m also determined to get on with life and not let feeling sad get me down.
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