Some Days Are Shit Sandwiches — Here’s How To Deal With Them
Today was a rusted bucket of smashed crabs wrapped in old socks soaked in dead skunk toes, hot mess, stress, hairballs, and assholes.
And that’s okay.
Today was a good day dressed as a bad day, a blessing disguised as a burglar and I pick-pocketed my own heart and robbed what could have been by focusing on all the wrong I did. Today was a bad idea. Today hurt, and I’m scared tomorrow will be worse.
And that’s okay.
Today my demons made an appearance, evil spying eyes through the chain-linked fence of my mind and I tried to play it cool, thinking a greeting and a bit of begging could warm their cold and send them fleeing, but it didn’t and they’re still here.
And that’s okay.
Today was a day when I made mistakes, when I let myself get the best of me and I failed life’s little test of me and then decided to solve my problems by making more and bigger bad choices, and it didn’t work and I let her down, and I let them down, and I let myself down, and I wish that wasn’t true, but it is.
And that’s okay.
Today was a shit sandwich wrapped in burnt plastic served with dead maggots, lost battles, rotten apples, and a side salad of bug tongues, scabs, and turds. Today was gross.
And that’s okay.
Today was a reminder I’m not all there yet. I’m rough edges with rough patches, more second glances and less second chances. I’m missing pieces and peace, still a student in a class where its pain who teaches the hard way about the work I have to do, so many more things to ponder and improve. I’m hard work in progress.
And that’s okay.
Today was a regret-wrapped riddle I couldn’t solve, and I fought for answers and tried them all except one – I give up. I surrender. I wave my white flag, shrug, and sit down. I accept not knowing how to befriend my doubt, and my pain, and my pride. I ache tonight.
And that’s okay.
Today was an avoidable, unnecessary, incomplete and internal battle that ended in defeat for a part of me I had to release, but I’m not quite sure that I feel free.
And that’s okay.
It’s all okay, and after all, tomorrow is another day.