There’s Always Tomorrow

Today was rough. In about every way possible. 

So today was not my day. But that’s okay. There’s always tomorrow. 

But I know you’re saying, but Bailey what if tomorrow is no better? What if it’s just an endless string of bad days? What then? 

Well, you just have to have hope. Because wherever there’s hope, there is a tomorrow. 

I hope your tomorrow is great. And the day after that. And the day after that. And I hope it continues like that until you’ve had a great life. 

Never mind a bad day.  Just hope for a better tomorrow.

Boy Pets Dog

I had a terrible day today. There was really nothing good about it, and I don’t really want to bring y’all down by talking about it…

But there was one thing.

The one thing that was good about my day was that I was so angry that I took a long walk to cool off…

(That wasn’t the good part.)

And as I was walking, the cool breeze lifted my hair while the sun simultaneously warmed me…

(Not yet.)

And I was walking by some really quaint and beautiful houses…

(Almost there.)

And a woman was walking into her yard while a young boy played in the yard next to her. She was walking a black lab. The young boy saw her and ran over. He greeted her and very gently pet her dog who loved the attention. He then thanked the woman and ran back into his yard. And I can only predict that this is a ritual he conducts every day, and that the woman loves it, and the dog loves it.

And now I love it. Because it was the purest and best thing about my day. Because the boy was happy, and the dog was happy, and the woman was happy.

Which just goes to show you that there’s always something good to hold onto. Even if it has absolutely nothing to do with you. And you only experienced it because you were angry in the first place.

My only hope for you is that you are always on the lookout for your “boy pets dog” moment every day.

I Wanted to Write a Blog Post…

…but I couldn’t.

I had a really terrible day. It was a domino effect of awful. Just one bad news bears thing after another. And I can usually brush this stuff off. I can usually push pass the crap. That’s mostly what this blog accomplishes after all: it allows me to make sense of all the ridiculousness that is my life, and really, everyone else’s life.

So, when I sat down to write a blog post tonight, I felt like a straight-up, level 9 poser. Because I can’t sit here and say, “If you’re stuck in traffic, just turn the music up!!1!!!” or “If you’re feeling blue, just be kind and true!!” I couldn’t spin straw into gold today.

Because it doesn’t work like that, does it? Not every time. People get incredibly frustrated, sometimes. And it just doesn’t help to look on the brighter side of things. No, not even people, in general. I. Me. I get frustrated, sometimes. I get horribly angry when I can’t control things. The fact that I couldn’t grow wings in the middle of the traffic jam I was in today really killed me. And yes, most of the time I take responsibility for my actions. I could have been earlier today. I could have gotten out of bed on time. But at the end of the day, in the name of this blog, I have to try to find the silver, gold, and bronze lining. Even when I have to basically sew one myself. But the silver lining to this day? It’s over.

No, but seriously. The silver lining of this one is that even when I didn’t want to write a blog post, even when I didn’t want to admit that everything would get better, I had to. Because that’s how I suddenly feel. Talking things out can do that. Or putting the day behind you can do that. And also eating pumpkin pie can do that.

And ya’ll got a blog post out of me, anyway. Go figure.