Bad Day...

I hate bad days. In fact, I hate them so much that I don't allow myself to have them. What good does it do me? I don't fell any better after I've had a bad day. It certainly doesn't fix the problems that have caused a bad day. All it does is make me feel - bad. But today, I'm having a bad day and even my old standby saying of "If this is the worse thing that happens to you today, be grateful" isn't making me feel better. The fact that I keep forgetting to resupply my happy pills obviously hasn't helped the situation. In fact, it's made things much worse. It makes me mad that I have to take happy pills to contend with life. Why don't I have the strength and fortitude to handle life without them?

I'm not blaming you Elmer, but if you'd quit calling me today with disappointing news I have no control over, I'd appreciate it. However, I WON'T cry. I'm afraid if I started I may not be able to stop - ever. It breaks my heart that my friend Val has cancer and feels like she's at the end of her life. It breaks my heart that the little 10 year old boy who was lost in the desert near Emmett died of heat stroke. It breaks my heart to think about the Marine who couldn't handle the effects of war and took and overdose of medication.

See, my life really is good. What right do I have to have a bad day over things that probably really don't matter in the grand scheme of life. As soon as the grandkids go home, I'm heading over the hill to get those happy pills...