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Some days are just icky. They just are.
You try to make them better. You post positive messages. You smile at everyone you meet.
You look past the dreary gloom to see the beauty of the formation of the rain clouds -- or ignore the sound of the constant rain in lieu of the miracle of life reflected in the joy of a baby's laugh. It makes you focus, take stock of the big picture, and remind yourself that little irritants are not problems, just annoyances.
Take that, blues.
But...still the hotel loses your reservation and the kennel won't keep your beloved bow-wow for the night and the Peloton bike seat comes slamming down on your thumb and busts it wide open.
Sigh ... and flippity flipping ouch, BTW.
And the bleeding and blahs and just plain blech spills over into Monday when your buttons get pushed more than the elevator "up" knob at the Ritz-Carlton in NYC ten minutes before the start of the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade, you dig?
All you want to do is scream and stamp your feet but you can't -- that is, if you're over the age of 24 months, anyway. #DontLetItGetToYou
So you do the next best thing; you commiserate with your girlfriend and fortunately, that does the trick because your BP reduces so you can live to see another day. And incredibly enough, so can the dunderhead squashing your last nerve, Capisce? #ThanksSista
Hang in there, Peeps. Monday can't last forever. #Breathe #Pray #Meditate #WeGotThis