Nobody Ever Has A “Bad Day”

You can deal with your baggage, or it can follow you across time.

Photo by Erik Mclean on Unsplash

Bad days happen. Except they don’t. Nothing in life ever folds neatly into twenty four hours— good or otherwise. That kind of sitcom logic does more damage than we think.

This lesson reaches some of us early on.

When I was a kid, my mom went off her meds and got arrested every other month. She sneaked into our rooms at night with weapons. Those days sucked, and they brought heavy aftermath.

Sleep helps reboot our emotions after the first onslaught of bad shit. But the scale of our disaster doesn’t matter. The next day, it remains.

Sometimes, your situation gets worse. Bad shit that started yesterday can take a long time to completely unfold. If you’re not careful, the “brand new day” lie can turn into a loop of disappointment.

I’ve had friends that never fully accepted the messy chronology of their lives. They wanted to break everything up into days. What happened on Tuesday stayed on Tuesday.

One of my grad school friends repeatedly toasted to a “new week” on Saturday. But he’d go back to making the same mistakes on Monday. It always amazed me…