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This past Sunday what I posted, Sunday, now I know why…, got me to…well…thinking. Thinking about what I think of my “todays”.
The quote says “Today is a gift, that’s why we call it the present”. To be honest I did not always ascribe to that thought. There have been many days I would have been glad to give back or just see them gone. Or so I thought at the time.
When something sad or difficult or hurtful or frightening, happens we tend to see that day as a “bad day”. Are there really bad days? Or are there days that seem bad because things haven’t gone the way we wanted? Or we don’t understand the why of what is happening?
When I look at the bad days I have had, and it seems there have been many, most of them were bad only because I reacted negatively to what transpired instead of responding positively. Whether I reacted or responded was/is usually based on my understanding or feelings.
Things I don’t understand, or don’t want to accept, are emotional and often in my life emotions rule. I let my feelings get in the way and I start telling myself lies; then the truth gets fuzzy and the line between true and false blurs.
These days, now that I am old(er) and hopefully wiser, bad days are fewer and farther apart. Now when a bad day threatens I try to see the truth and know that though there are things I don’t understand all will be clear to me one day. Patience is something I have learned over the years…that old(er) thing again.
Today, I am thankful to know that “bad days” are just days that take a bit of patience. And I am thankful I have learned, with time, hurts heal and sadness becomes sweet sorrow.