The wrong side of the bed.

I don’t really have any other option.

It’s just the one side, and that’s it.

But the routine was off this morning.

Set myself up to be out of sync.

Out of whatever worn groove I have that helps me get into the morning, into the day:

  • Woke up later than planned
  • Had to move my morning routine around

Then I start my computer, and there’s an issue.

One I can fix, most likely, but, I have a choice now.

Make this event the day.

Start stacking all the bad.

Seeing everything that’s coming through that lens.

“It’s just one of those days”.

Thank you, Mr. Durst and Co.

Nothing wrong with having a “day”.

But I do get decide what kind of day it is.

It’s either a bad day, or a good one.

A great one, even.

No matter what comes.

The day is neutral.

Switzerland, but didn’t bring the chocolate.

Where the sides get chosen is in how I see the day.

True, some days will be better than others.

There will be events that mark the days.

Times we will always remember, good or ill.

So finding the good then?

Takes a little more work.

Maybe the only thing that’s good is that there’s a bed to crawl back into.

A job that you can avoid for a while.

Even then.

As someone brilliant showed me, “It’s a great day to have a great day”.

Might end up back in bed anyway, though.