Really, Murphy, I’m no longer under the law…
Everyone loves golden days. You know…those days where things just seem to go right. You feel all smiley inside because it’s just that kind of day, and you like your own company because frankly, everyone else is a bit of a drag.
And then there are those other days. Sometimes those other days turn into weeks, and then into entire seasons.
I’m heading into weeks and am hoping I’m not going to see seasons.
There seems to be some sort of force field around me that makes everything go off-kilter. Given even a small opportunity, I will drop it, break it, forget it, misunderstand it, miscommunicate it, lose it, overlook it, contaminate it, step on it, tear it, bruise it, spill it, crush it, be unable to keep up with it, show up late to it.
I try to stay smiley because it’s generally more fruitful than not, but I suspect I don’t do a great job of it. I don’t really care for my own company right now because frankly, I’m more than a bit of a drag in my own world. The pep talks I give myself are either of low quality, or I’m just too spaced out to really grasp what I’m telling myself.
It’s days like these I’m doubly glad God likes me, because I irritate the ever-lovin’ fool out of myself.
God’s mercies are new every morning, which means I have an infinite number of do-overs available. But gosh…I sure hope I don’t need them all!