(song title courtesy of my new obsession- Radio 2 Drive playlogs. From the artist Aurora).
Try try try.
After my grouch-fest on Thursday, I proceeded to have a very bitter day. I’ve had to be flexible this week, and I apparently do not do well with it.
I missed the gym and instead spent my lunch hour at the Dr’s (for good reasons, and I was really pleased how the appt went and glad I have such a positive and supportive specialist). But that meant my physical release of fitness wasn’t happening, and I had to stay a touch late to deal with some last-minute things.
Important people weren’t happy with some of my work. Other important people I disappointed. I disappointed myself. I was bitter. Everything seemed to harass and annoy me. There was no way out.
I came home later than I hoped, and was then late to take out Gidget (who peed on my carpet, I guess serves me right for being late!) and was able to play fetch with her at the park, before getting dressed to go riding & then pick up my husband.
Go-go-go-go it felt like!
My ride was super blah and uninspiring, not because of Oats, but because *I* was in a snit fit for the day. He was moving out really nicely and quite forward, for him, and I couldn’t get my head in the game. Instead, I futzed around and watched my friend have a lesson. We chatted, hung out, and that was it. And it was totally what I needed that day.
My harassed, put upon feeling lasted all the way through picking my husband up (I was late, of course I hit every single red light). Couldn’t I catch a break? Eff.
I wanted to shop like crazy, drink everything in sight, eat Smarties until my teeth sting, run until my legs hurt, eat too much, feel something. Oh well, Friday today is a new day and I am hoping my weird funk lifts. I have things to look forward to! And I want to look forward to them.
(and actually I am feeling more hopeful today too!) Much better than this week.