It never fails. Life is plugging along swimmingly and then one morning can set you back three months. The first part of 2014 has been great so far. My novel is almost finished. Relationships with friends and family are going great. Matt and I are doing well, in spite of the constant marriage talk from the above mentioned family and friends (seriously, just stop it already). My goal this year was to stop sweating the small stuff and I think it’s gone well so far.
That is, until this morning.
Technically, it started a few days ago. I woke up with stabbing pains in my stomach that didn’t arise out of the usual suspects of maladies. What would usually end after a few Aleve and a workout have continued nonstop to the present moment. This morning, I awoke around 4am and thought that razor blades were coursing through my intestines. In my head, I know this isn’t good and I should probably check myself out but who has time for that, right?
Between the stabby stomach, a snoring dog, and a snoring boyfriend beside me, I got approximately negative three hours of sleep last night. When my alarm first went off, I hit snooze until I suddenly realized that snoozing was no longer an option and I was going to be late for work. I skipped my shower (gross), threw my hair up in a bun, and pulled the first outfit I saw out of my closet. After feeding the dogs, I let them out my front door to do their business so I could get on the road. They are usually quick about it. Today though, I should have known better.
I watched as they sniffed every nook and cranny of the bushes. They snubbed my calls to them and laughed in my face as they pranced around the yard, searching for ducks to chase. As I cursed their tiny souls and ran after them, I heard tweets coming from the ground. When I found the source, I saw two baby ducks waddling around the yard that my pups had somehow managed to miss.
I grabbed the dogs and ran back inside for my phone. Despite the stomach pains, I rushed back to the scene of the baby ducks and snapped a few pictures for my 100 Days of Happy challenge. I took a moment to forget the fact that my day was royally sucky up until that moment. I forgot the fact that I was probably going to have to cancel my date night with Matt in order to curl up in bed or maybe even go see a doctor (not likely). It was just one morning and perhaps these so-cute-I-could-vomit baby ducks could maybe turn my day around.
I walked back inside slightly happier. I gave one last goodbye to the pups, grabbed my purse, and headed out to face my crappy day. I knew it could get better. I promised myself it could get better. As I pulled out of my parking lot, I knew that life was going well and one morning couldn’t set back everything.
At that moment, I slammed on my brakes to avoid rear-ending the car in front of me… and spilled my tea all over my clothes.
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