The One with the Blicky.

For whatever reason, I'm feeling extremely down on myself today. I really can't put my finger on why. I've even been sitting here for several minutes just trying to figure out what is making me feel this way, and nothing is coming to mind. I just feel... blicky.

These things happen to the best of us, right? That's where the phrase "waking up on the wrong side of the bed" comes from. And honestly, not knowing why I'm feeling this way is worse than actually knowing. Not knowing makes me just question everything: what I dreamed about, yesterday, tomorrow, work, money, friends, the weather, my physical appearance, my mental state, Aunt Flo, relationships, etc. It makes me doubt myself, my abilities, my friendships, every little thing. And it could be nothing more than me getting five minutes less sleep than my body wanted. It's frustrating... and unjustified.

I don't ever want to have a bad day. They just happen. Things just happen. I try to avoid them altogether, and usually do, but this bad day seemed to slip right on in and make himself at home.

The truth is, without bad days, how would I be able to know what a good day is like? How would any of us be able to know what a good day is really like? And good days are unbelievably plentiful in my life; they are all around every single one of us. Today is just a bump in the road. A teeny, tiny little bump in the road. Yesterday was wonderful, and tomorrow can be, too.

I have a very strong belief that when things go awry, I have the power to fix or change them. So, I'm going to go take a shower, put on some make-up and then slap a pretty little smile on my face. Because the world always looks brighter from behind a smile.