This old bastard woke up angry this morning. For two hours, I’ve wanted to punch objects and shout at people. I’ve done neither, but I still suck to be around right now. The rest of the day need not be this way.
I keep thinking of a post I wrote a while back about life’s plot twists and the lessons therein. When problems arise, embrace them, I said at the time. Roll with the punches. Catch the curve balls. Clichés like that.
Mood music:
http://youtu.be/irskrVvKR1E
It’s good advice for someone like me, whose OCD makes schedule changes seem like calamities. But in that context, plot twists are all the inconvenient, annoying and bad things that throw the best-laid plans into turmoil. I woke up in turmoil, so I’m looking for some reverse plot twists: unexpected developments that convert a shitty day into an excellent one.
It’s happened before. There was the day a bad commute got under my skin and I thought the rest of the day would rot my soul. Then I found out I was getting a promotion and a raise.
There have been times when a movie I wanted to see was sold out and, though pissed, I got tickets for another film that turned out to be glorious.
There have been days I thought I’d crumble under the weight of an overpacked schedule. Then a series of cancellations made it all better.
It’s only 7:30 a.m. as I write this, so there’s plenty of time for this day to be salvaged.
Meantime, I’m going to sit in my cube, drink coffee and listen to The Stooges. Approach with caution.
