There is no such thing as having a bad day. That idea exists, but nothing more. The fact that we as humans can write off an entire day simply because two or three negative things happened is lunacy. Even worse, I’ve heard people announce the week rotten, just because something negative happened on both Monday and Tuesday. We do this all the time with different aspects of our lives. “Oh shoot, I ate a donut this morning, so I guess I’ll forgo my diet again until the end of the week (or the month) when I can start over.” We wait all year for New Years Day to role around just so we can begin to improve who we are physically, mentally, or emotionally. But too often, by January 30th, January 7th, or in extreme cases, January 2nd, we fall off of the wagon, and we don’t bother running to get back on it. Personal changes are a slow moving covered wagon, bouncing their way across a boundless, bumpy prairie. You can practically walk to catch up to the wagon, to get back on track. We often just get too caught up in the fact that we fell, the fact that we messed up once, to stand up, dust off our bum, and gently jog for our ultimate goal again.
I first put this crazy thinking into motion when I was 15 or so and I recognized that when I messed up my New Years Resolution, I could just hit “restart” on February 1st. This was my first major step in moving toward the ultimate. Now, after a lifetime of learning, reading books on advancing spiritually, and discovering after three months in Guyana that I need it merely to survive, I’ve discovered how to reset my days, my life, with every single breath I take. The trick seems to be remembering that each breath is a new chance–it’s nice to know it’s always there.
This morning, one of my boys came into school determined to have a bad day. He even stated “today, I’m going to have a bad day.” My energy, which I willed toward the positive, put up a good fight, but eventually his negativity wore him down. Peace over trouble. Heart over head. Struggles like this don’t make life easier by any means, but it’s opportunity nonetheless. Little did my fifth grader know that there’s no such thing as a bad day. Really, I’d argue there isn’t even such thing as a bad moment. There are only moments, strung together. We make them what we will. Had he known of his power, of how he could direct his day…perhaps he’d be somewhere else right now, rather than where his path took him.
Inhale light, exhale knowing you are being guided. There are no bad days.