Some days life can feel a bit rough don’t you think? Today (or…yesterday by the time you read this) I was running around like a mad woman from 7:30am until 9:00 at night. Work, Interview, Class, Work, Class, sitting in traffic, and finally home. I literally was in tears as I sat in traffic on the way home from my final class. I mean, it was 8:45 at night…why on earth was there traffic?! Well, that’s living in a city. I was enraged, I wanted to take a shower, I wanted to eat dinner, I wanted to lay in bed and watch Gossip Girl but alas, the universe had other plans for me.
The entire day felt like a gigantic, ugly rhinoceros, you know like the one that killed James’ parents and therefore caused James to live with his horrible Aunt Sponge and Aunt Spiker (oh yeah I’m bringing James and the Giant Peach into this conversation now). All day I just kept thinking to myself “There is no way I will make it through this quarter without a complete mental breakdown”. I decided this would be the tipping point towards my descent into insanity. I guess I can be a bit dramatic.
I snuggled up under my duvet and began the spanish homework I had been dreading, to my surprise it was much easier than expected. I gobbled down the kale salad and steamed asparagus my boyfriend had so kindly prepared for me, and I realized in reality, my day wasn’t so bad. Proof that kale is actually good for you. I remembered the huge hug Hazel (my nanny baby) gave me first thing this morning, and the hilarious life questions Stella (other nanny baby) pondered over breakfast (“How do videos get onto DVDs”? “Who made God”?). I thought about my delicious iced mocha from my favorite coffee shop, the cute sparkly pink notebook I bought at the bookstore on campus, the sweet girl I sat next to in history and the professor who was kind enough to bring us chips, salsa and lemonade on the first day of class. I realized the rhinoceros I’d been begrudging was actually a unicorn or at the very least a deformed horse.
As someone who struggles with stress management I’ve realized how easy it is for me to become resentful of the teeniest inconveniences. My sweet baby dog jumps up excitedly to see me when I walk in the door after a long day and she instantly becomes the pest destined to scratch my Tory Burch boots. The wonderful privilege I’ve been given to devote four years of my life to education and self improvement is at times, completely taken for granted. My focus on contextualizing my “problems” has caused me to loose sight of the bigger picture, to dull the sparkle and thus the magic of everyday life. I don’t like it.
Thursdays for the next three months are destined to be packed. However, they don’t have to be destined to be miserable. In my attempt to “stop and smell the
roses peonies”, I am vowing to attempt to view Thursdays (and every day) less begrudgingly.How do you contextualize your day to day struggles? Have you found yourself calling a unicorn a rhinoceros or vice versa?
I’ll admit, even with my attempt at positivity I’m still incredibly happy it’s friday.