Today Has been ONE of THOSE Days……

Today Has been ONE of THOSE Days……     

You know what I’m talking about, don’t you? One of those days when your whole being is just irritated, raw, and your throbbing nerves are just waiting to scream at anything and anyone who crosses your path, for no particular reason and any reason. And your feet hurt because you felt as though you just had to wear the business heels because you work in a ‘business’ environment, even though you just usually wear flats, because for some reason you just woke up and said well I believe I’ll wear the heels today, I’ll look all professional. How ignorant is that?  Pretty damned ignorant. Especially when you have to walk a half mile from your parking space to your building because some jackass of a planner never foresaw the need for adequate parking areas more than 20 years ago. And to put a fun spin on it all, being in West Texas, sometimes the wind blows, bringing sand and dust and dirt along with it to get in your eyes and under your contacts causing it to feel like there are meteor craters in your eye sockets that are scratching your corneas beyond repair. AND THEN you have to listen to people griping and bitching all day with voices that sound like cats that have been thrown across the room at a blackboard and each of their curved, sharp little claws are  s l o w l y    s c r e a c h I n g   down the length of the blackboard and into your spine and you just want to crawl into a magic hole and disappear down into nothingness, a blessed absence of sound devoid of all and everything. And you just have to endure. Get through the day. And as you’re walking back out to your car in the murderously cute little heels that look so professional on your aching, tired feet, cursing yourself on the negligence of not bringing your tennis shoes for the trek to the car, you spy the guy. The guy that you see walking to class every day. The guy that has shriveled legs and has to walk swinging his hips around to place his tiny feet in front of him step by agonizingly slow step. The guy that has to use two metal crutches attached to his arms and his waist every day of his life. The one that tries so desperately to communicate with anyone who will listen and who endlessly smiles as you pass him on the path into the building. That guy. Out walking to his car in the same blowing dust and sand through which I am walking. And he has a smile on his face and a cheerful hello for me.

Whoa. Now hang on a minute. Talk about a dizzying crash into the reality of life. I had to sit in my car a while and ponder all of this. What in the world do I have to feel so bad about? Not one damn thing. I had to remind myself of something today. Something that I normally do quite often, but haven’t done lately. And that is to stop a moment and give thanks. Thanks for having my healthy two legs. For my ability to speak and communicate and have my needs known. Thanks for my mind and my eyes and for the gift of sight and hearing and thinking. Thanks for waking up each day, safe and warm in my own bed. For friendship and family. Thanks for so many many things. The list could go on for pages.
I am thankful that I am. So think about it, next time you have One of THOSE Days.
What should you be thankful for?

That’s the kind of day _I_ had. And it’s turned out much better than expected.

Have a great day tomorrow.