Where Monday is the new Sunday

Where Monday is the new Sunday.


Monday, 16 December 2013

At the End of the Day

Just to throw everybody off kilter, I'm writing this post in the evening instead of the morning. And at the end of the day, what have I got to show for it?

I have glitter stuck to my jeans, I've figured out how to change the settings on our Christmas lights, and I've consumed a good helping of chocolate cake. But most of all, what I've learned is this:
You can't know what the day will bring until you reach the end of it.

I've had a day that started pretty badly, got worse, got worse again, was given up for lost by the time I had my breakfast, then dramatically got better and better until it became one of the best days I've had in a long time.

This morning I woke up tired. There was no milk for breakfast. So I went to the shop. When I got back from the shop I had milk, but no time to eat my cereal. Then on the way to work it started to rain. And I didn't have my coat. And when we got off the bus it rained harder. I was not impressed.

So I started my day not a happy bunny. But then all sorts of wonderful things happened. A birthday, with corresponding cake. I breakthrough or two at work. Glitter. Singing. Emotional moments. Catching the bus at the last minute. Successful shopping. Chocolate. A fabulous dinner cooked for me. Chilling with friends. Present wrapping. Sparkly Christmas tree.

All this in a day that I thought would be a bad one. By nine o'clock I was in a grump and not expecting anything to lift my mood. But it seems I was quite wrong. The moral of the story: Never assume what the future will bring. There is no guarantee that your bad day will continue to be bad. 

Look forward with expectation instead of dread. Tomorrow is a brand new day.

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