There is very little good to say about having a really shit day. They are, well, shit, with little silver lining.
Occasionally, however, a very bad day sandwiched alongside a very good day can give us a helpful lesson in the fact that maybe, just maybe we're overreacting.
Yesterday - which began with me in a mood of unbelievable smugness that I had written some good stories and worked super hard the previous day, and ended with me crying in a supermarket - is a case in point. Ridiculous, of course. I neither deserved to be so smug at the start of the day, nor feel so shit at its end but it does rather help one to remember how quickly things can turnabout.
Today, for instance, has so far begun with that horrible feeling that I just can't go into work, not after yesterday, please no. I would give, at the moment, almost anything to have the guts to pull a sickie. Or even to be, you know, genuinely ill. But if I learned anything from yesterday it's that the mood in which you start the day does not have to set the tone for what's left of it. I could certainly continue to feel sorry for myself and embarrassed at everything that transpired yesterday, but I could also suck it up, remember I'm 25 and no longer actually an actual baby and put a little spring in my step.
Of course just in case I'm ensuring things start off on the right foot by having an uncharacteristically lavish breakfast of veggo sausages, avocado and (wait for it) potato gems. Pretty classy AND healthy, I know, but then you can never be too careful.