Yesterday was a tough day for me. Our cat Barnaby, who we’ve had for almost 17 years had to be put down in the morning. We’re not sure how old he was when we picked him up from the Humane Society in 1994 but we estimate that he was close to 19 years old. We should all live so long!
To add insult to injury I received a call from my biggest client (as I was driving home from the vet no less) letting me know that they were bringing most of the work I was doing for them “in house”. Meaning I lost about 90% of my job.
To be completely honest with you (as I always try to be) I want to sit around and wallow. I’d rather sit in my jammies and eat waffles drenched in syrup than do anything productive. And while it’s appealing to exit from society and have a ‘woe is me’ day, it’s not a decision that would make it a ‘good for me’ day.
And that’s not to say it’s bad to have a wallow day. We all need to take a break. But you need to know when that wallow day has a potential to be more than that. And since I have a feeling that one day could turn into many more, I’m going to do what I tell everyone. I’m getting myself off the computer chair, into some running clothes and getting myself out the door. In the end, it’s what I really need.
Now go run!