Today my heart felt heavy; it intruded on my lung-space so I couldn't breathe and then my eyes started to leak-- I hate it when my eyes leak. It doesn't happen often, but when it does, it makes me extra frustrated (which obviously doesn't help at all). At one point I even felt like throwing my hands in the air and exclaiming, "Okay, world. Ya got me. I'm done."
But I didn't.
Instead, I came home, put on my pajamas, curled up in a ball with my pillow pet, and then watched movies for hours. All by myself. And somehow I magically ended up with the most delectable chocolate cupcake in my possession so I went ahead and devoured that-- I'm assuming that contributed greatly to the healing therapy for my soul.
I don't believe in "bad days," only bad moments. Because in every single day there's at least one thing-- no matter how little it may be-- that can make us smile. And if a day has one insignificant little detail in it that is good, then it can't be a bad DAY-- just a long day full of lots of unfortunate little things and a couple of good things.
But let's be real, when those bad moments come, they don't mess around. Take, for instance, today, when I my cheeks ended up tear-stained and blotchy thanks to my temporary emotional breakdown. I just wallowed in silly misery and thought, "This sucks." And there wasn't really anything I could do in that moment except for just waiting it out. Emotions will do as they please, but those bad moments will pass. They always do.
Feelings, they're the worst.
But the best.
Life is so ironic.