Ever had a day you felt like this picture looks, really wrong.Yesterday I started out the day determined and happy I could be the good news. I was alive with the thought I could focus on being the good news and everything was good.
On the way home from work it was a beautiful day, sun shining and gorgeous. I almost hit a goose and didn't and I was feeling very blessed.
Then it all changed. I was waiting to pull into my parking spot for a kid had to move, and as I am waiting a car next to me is backing out, I kept thinking it saw me and would stop. I tried to blow my horn but could not find it. And then it happened, bang, crunch my mirror fell down. I started crying and could not stop. The man got out of his car and tried fixing my mirror and said his insurance would fix it. My spot opened I parked the car and went in the apartment crying. I could not stop.
The police came and took my info. I was in a daze. I knew I only have liability and no insurance is going to pay a claim. I did not want to look at my car. Just the other day I had counted my blessing that I had not gotten into any accidents with my car and now it happened. And here is the truth of my misery why I cried so much. My paycheck is small just enough to pay my bills. NO extra money to buy groceries, no money to get my hair done, no money to shop at all and now my car needs to be fixed.
I had felt so good that morning at work when someone said I was always in a good mood. I patted my self on the back for overcoming the stress of my life and going out and bring the good news. And now I was a mess. I was so angry about my life. Was I ever going to get a break. I knew I was angry but I was tired of trying so hard to be happy.
I had already agreed to babysit so I went to my daughters and sat there in her living room crying. They looked at my car and showed me everything was fine and fixable. For I have a plastic Saturn and no worries. But that did not make me feel better. I did not want to feel better.
Babysitting went well for it kept my worries at bay. My daughter came back from there time out and brought me a gift trying to cheer me up. But I did not want to be cheered up. I was tired of being a happy person....
I woke up this morning tired, but my anger is gone. I know that God never gives us more than we can handle. And there is a reason for everything even a day gone wrong.
My hope is back. and yesterday is over. Maybe I needed a day just to be angry.
I want to remember that some days just go wrong but they are a beautiful day for it. And admitting I am not a superwomen is such a relief.
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