Today was a bad day. It started when my alarm went off early after working a late night. It proceeded to become a bad day when I went to the dentist to get my wisdom teeth removed and left with my wisdom teeth. They couldn’t do the surgery because I have wounds on my skin and they didn’t want anything to go wrong. This shouldn’t have made me angry- people looking out for another person’s general well being and health should not make me upset. But I almost cried I was so angry.
The wounds on my skin are from an auto-immune disease; they aren’t going anywhere any time soon. And just because you have a degree doesn’t mean you are anywhere close to knowing my body as well as I understand it. Wisdom teeth are the least of my concerns and the procedure would have been fine. Because I was angry I started to channel my energy into some productivity.
Later I wrote. I haven’t written in a really long time and it used to be my favorite. I’ve been meaning to practice writing again because there is a deep-rooted love for the process… I just didn’t have a spark. Today triggered it though.
All in all: my bad day went to being just a day because the positive of writing again for the first time in ages is what I’m focusing on.
Attitude is a little thing that makes a big difference. -Winston Churchill