Today was one of those days.
I had a cloud of dumbass hanging over me. I just felt confused, like the frequency was scrambled.
So I went off to pole dance class, hoping to clear my head.
Except that sometimes when you’re feeling like an idiot, you do stupid things. Which, surprise, surprise, is exactly what I did.
I got home and couldn’t find my keys.
I stood at the door to our apartment building, fumbling through my backpack, turning the pockets inside out.
Nothing.
The last I remember was grabbing them on my way out the door. I’m pretty sure I left them in the Uber.
I gave the bad news to my partner.
“I’ll find them,” I said with confidence I didn’t entirely feel.
He made that sour face. “I’m not so optimistic,” he said.
And I wonder about this.
It doesn’t seem like worrying makes any difference to the outcome, and it sure doesn’t feel good. But I’m not sure being optimistic affects the outcome either, even if it does feel better.
He chooses one way. I choose another. Neither has anything to do with getting my keys back.
I’ve taken the actions I know to do. Notify Uber. Call the driver. (No answer.)
Now I sit on my ass and wait for a response, or the next thing that occurs to me to do.
As I reflect on this day I’ve so neatly labeled as, “one of those days,” I realize that’s only part of the story.
Yes, I felt clouded and confused.
But I also had clarity this morning about how to translate a vision into implementation for the team I’m working with.
And somehow, in the midst of my haze, I simplified the participant and the operational journeys for our upcoming Collaboratorium. Miraculously, since I barely understood it myself.
A new coaching client just officially came on board, and we’ll be meeting in person for an immersive in New York this August.
I laughed my ass off with my co-conspirator and fellow happiness detective, Scott Walker, while preparing for the Happy Hour Hour experience.
So was it a bad day? Or a good one?
Just one of those days with an infinite number of moments, none of which define it, but any of which I can choose to focus on.
I feel bad. I feel good.
I know what to do. Then I don’t.
It’s like riding the tide, up and down. In and out. The rhythm of living.
Tonight I’ll go to sleep. Tomorrow I’ll wake up. Maybe my keys will be found. Or maybe I’ll know something else.
Maybe I’ll decide that day (this day) is the best day of my entire life.
And it just might be, if I take a moment to notice it.
Yours in love and play,
Steph 🐲❤️
