My cat broke my french press in the middle of the night, chasing a mouse – on the counter. We live in farm country, so having mice is sort of typical. A 13lb cat slamming into drying dishes, well, that’s something different.
Didn’t realize how much my day is tied to routine. Not having that morning coffee threw me for a loop. Visited my local Starbucks, thinking I could snag from through the drive-thru, but they’re closed now due to the corona-virus.
Work call, work stuff, all without my coffee. All the washed silverware fell back into the sink in a crash. Computer was acting up.
My 3pm, I said “fuck this” and went for a run (well, hit Target first for a new french press).
All those bad moments in the early part of the day – it’s easy to let them keep rolling, and before you know it it’s now a bad day.
I knew I could have stayed home, buckled down on my laptop, skipped my run, probably scroll through Twitter a bit too much, read the news.
I’m not saying it’s easy, but it’s possible. Do I always win? Nah. But today, the moments stayed moments, and today was a good day.