Have you ever had a day where everything goes wrong? I mean, in the span of 12-hours nothing goes your way very bad day. It's frustrating. It's emotional. But, like all things, it too, will pass.
I had one of those days. You name it, it went wrong. I felt like I was failing at life. A bit dramatic, yes, but if you've had one of those days (and we all have) then you know the feeling -- the pit in your stomach, the tears, the anxiety. Most often, it's nothing a good night's sleep and a little perspective can't fix, but when you're in the moment, it's very real and feels as if it'll never end.
I woke up the next morning feeling better but still a little cranky. I wanted to drink coffee and steep in my moodiness, but, instead I laced up my tennis shoes, grabbed my headphones and walked out the door. I just walked. Not slow meandering, not fast, but one foot in front of the other and just moved.
I leaned my head back and looked at the sky. Usually hunched over at a computer, I noticed how great it felt to throw my shoulders back and have the sun in my face. I stopped to smell the blooms on a low hanging branch. I smiled and said "good morning" to people walking in the opposite direction. I made a mental gratitude list. In my headphones, I had Taylor Swift and Flo Rida, music that makes me smile, playing quietly.
Slowly, the crankiness wore off. It wasn't about "pounding the pavement" or "crushing my spirit" with a hard workout, I just needed some time outside for a small attitude adjustment and a change in scenery. So often, I think I have to fix the problem immediately, cross it off the list and move onto the next thing. But after letting some things sit overnight and just walking this morning, I was able to find some clarity and solutions on ways to improve what had me wrapped around the axial the day prior.
Sometimes, most often, it's truly the little things that bring the greatest amounts of joy.