Its pretty unusual for me to make posts like this. I limit this blog to posting about writing adventures, or seeing the world, or my shameless adventures in Tolkienerdom (made a word up. Do something about it). But today I’ve had a pretty awful day. Like “I might have ugly cried over the end of Spartacus, that I actually watched over a week ago,” day.
Nothing specific triggered it exactly. Nothing especially bad happened. But I woke up with my head a little off, and it carried with me through the rest of the day. Every conversation I had felt like a debate session, I almost punted my dog down the stairs (and, in the mood I was in, I’d have literally ROFL’d at her misfortune), my writing has been sloppier and less inspired than usual, my workout only lasted five minutes before I stubbed my toe and cussed at the treadmill (in my defense, it was being a belligerent douchecanoe), and I almost burst into tears at the end of a zombie Chernobyl movie because, goddamnit, clearly this cheesy horror film was actually a political exposition piece on how wrongly treated the victims were! My husband and I went out to dinner, and before we even got to the restaurant he asked me if I needed a Red Hut built in the backyard to go cool off. Yes I do: to put his ass in.
The point is, there’s no reason for me to feel so down in the dumps today, I just do. And I know everyone reading this understands this, but this is just one of the byproducts of being creative. Its how the universe balances things out. We creative types…we FEEL things. WE FEEL ALL THE THINGS. ALL MY FEELS ZOMGGGGGGGGG!!!!!
So if you’re having a bad day, either today or any other day you stumble across this post, just remember: today only sucks because you’re awesome. And being awesome is our cross to bear.
...and then there was Sarah 