Cosmically bad days

For the last few days all sorts of factors have piled themselves on top of one another.  And collectively, on me.

Whether or not I’m actually being pinned down by circumstances at work and in my life, I feel like they are still sitting on my chest and occasionally taking my hands, slapping me and taunting with ‘why are you hitting yourself?  Why are you hitting yourself?’

So what’s so cataclysmically bad?  So cosmically awful about my week?

Besides the regular work stuff, I’m in the process of needing to raise some funds to do what I do.  I was on a roll, and then lost momentum due to my own procrastination (read: I am annoyed to no end with myself).

My attitude towards life in general has been grouchy.  More than that–its awful.  As a Christian, this is what I call ‘letting my sin run amok’ rather than letting God captain-the-Wendy-ship.  Truely, when God’s the one at the helm, I’m far less likely to run aground, scornfully blame someone else for the shipwreck that, if I’d had my way, would have taken out some smaller annoying boats on the way.

What I wanted to say about all this is that, after a few minutes in the massage chair and a nap in the wellness room at work, I’m doing better.  My prayers aren’t coming through teeth clenched quite as tightly together as they were this morning.  In fact, I feel hopeful that by tomorrow I’ll be on the right track again.

My favourite author, Doug Coupland, once mentioned that if you’re ever in a ‘cosmically bad moment’ that you should have a glass of orange juice.  It’ll probably help with the low blood sugar that you previously weren’t aware was kicking your butt.

Instead of orange juice, for me, it was a quick nap.  But same outcome.  I feel better.  Less ‘cosmic’ about how big the normal stresses of life seem.