the reality of bad days...

my kitty mister sunning his belly

I've been pretty radio-silent over here...last week was a bad one. I let things out of my control get the better of me and then suffered for it. I had grand plans that included making Bailey's cookies, mini shepherd's pies, and wearing lots of green (my favorite color). I didn't get to anything on my list. I had an excruciating headache that lasted for days & days. Despite the very sunny & warm weather, I was under a cloud all week long. It is amazing how quickly things go downhill when you let them.
Lucky for me, I have an understanding husband who was there to help me pick up the pieces of my crappy week....who made me breakfast for dinner, comforted me when I was feeling broken and was patient when I couldn't just snap out of it. I know it's so hard for him to see me when I'm down and in pain.
Sometimes social media makes me feel like I'm the only person having bad days...even though I know that isn't true. I love reading my favorite blogs but I often find myself wondering where I've gone so wrong....my un-clean house, the projects I haven't gotten to, my imperfect relationships. No one wants to read a blog filled with negativity, but it is really refreshing to me when people reveal their true selves instead of trying to win some kind of perfect-life pissing contest on Facebook or their blog. Curating that perfect online existence doesn't really interest me...I know that there will always be good days and bad ones. The trick is to let the bad ones slip away and to keep the good ones close to your heart.