About four months ago, I had one of the worst days I have had in a good long while. Work was a beating (just plain ugliness), home was a mess, our legal case dragging on and too much stuff coming up or pending. You know the type of day….you can feel the meltdown coming and hope you will not lose your shit in a very public way. Well, that was the day I was having.
On my way home, I had a long discussion with myself about “if God exists.” I stopped at the grocery store on the way, and while browsing for dinner and a much needed bottle of wine, I continued my discussion…out loud by myself.
I realize that I looked insane, arguing with myself, but the conversation was too important to let go. These were big questions, and I had no insight or answers. And, none were forthcoming….”Why isn’t there justice? Why do good things happen to rotten people? How is it fair that there is so much illness and pain?” BIG questions…
I went through the check out lane and was begging for some sort of sign, or answer, and getting none proceeded to push the cart out. I made it about 5 feet before the liter bottle of wine I bought (it REALLY was THAT kind of day), slipped through the open leg whole of the cart seat that the bag boy kindly didn’t block with the ‘flap thing’ and landed fully on my exposed big toe.
I saw stars—to say the least—and proceeded to yelp loudly, drawing a great deal of attention. Great—I am crying, picking up my wine, glaring at a bag boy and talking to myself—WTH???
With the little dignity I could muster, I limped out of the store with my chin up and mascara running and thought, “well that must be a grand answer of sorts!!!” That revelation really did settle so much…
Why am I telling you this? Why do you care? Well…you probably don’t, but I am telling this story because that day I realized that things can get worse, and problems do need to be dealt with however you can, and sometimes you just need the meltdown! Also, the wine wasn’t a bad idea. But MOST importantly, I lost that nail and had to wait about 4 months for it to grow back….
Today, I had another (not as bad) crappy day. And, since the nail grew back, I went and got a pedicure and I am feeling soooooo much better.
Yes, I won’t apologize for telling that long story to say I got my nails done, because that little thing made a big difference in my day and outlook. We just need to find the right little things….
What are yours???
I need to get my feet done and I'd be glad to have those kind of conversations with you.
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