So today I slipped, not physically (as funny as that would be) but mentally. Feelings of pressure and overwhelming responsibility as well as frustration flooded me at one particular moment today as the tears rolled down my face.
Now ordinarily I would have classed this as a ‘bad day’. But the practise of more mindful and thankful living especially during those “I really could just crawl back into bed” moments has shifted my thought processing from irrational to rational. I mean I really could have been having a bad day if I wanted to, but I just didn’t feel it was necessary to label the rest of the day based upon a moment of weakness, one mistake or many.
I was having a ‘bad moment’ not a bad day.