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Well You’ve Had a Bad Day

Another Post by Team Long Shot

Just had one of those days where if it can go wrong it does. Work was tough, car breaks down, bad weather, feeling sick, and I even realized I only grabbed one sock instead of two, halfway to work… It is times like these where I usually turn to what brings me peace, whether it be writing, riding my horses, or just taking a nap. Unfortunately, with the holidays coming up there hasn’t even been time for any of that. I’ve decided the only way to deal with all this crazy is to let it go. I will do my best to accomplish and fix everything on my list but if it doesn’t get done I have to let it go. Everyone will tell you it is not worth stressing out over, yet inevitably we do anyways. One small thing that makes me feel better is the song “Bad Day” by Daniel Powter.
Michele and I would love to hear how you deal with a bad day.
Thanks for reading,
Cassie
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gH476CxJxfg

Comments

good song, I am having a bad day today Uncle Cracker's Smile usually picks me up. Tried some Christmas music and for some reason it made me feel worse. Maybe a little CHOCOLATE THERAPY IS IN ORDER!!
A.K. Alexander said…
I love the song "Smile" also, and chocolate therapy can fix a lot
Gayle Carline said…
What a timely post! I've been having those little not-quite-hellish-but-annoying days lately. The dog spills a mug of tea, the cat has an upset stomach, everything in the house breaks or falls apart and I have to replace it, etc. Once I stopped fuming and whirling in a rage, I decided to treat my life like a roller coaster - each brouhaha was just an exhiliarating change of direction. Of course, the homemade fudge helped, too.

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