When I'm having a bad day one of the slivers of optimism that I try to hold onto is: it's days like this that help you fully appreciate the great days.
So what about the ____ days?
The days that have no particular significance one way or another. One could make an argument that these days are in-fact worse than bad days. At least bad days can stay with you, perhaps teach you something. They aren't so easily brushed aside like cookie crumbs on the counter.
The sad thing is that I was purposeful when constructing my life and schedule, going to great lengths to populate my weeks and months with these types of days. When I'm in a routine and I wake up at a certain time and I pay my bills and I eat right and I make it to the gym and I get good sleep. Not my nature!! I was warned by a friend that there is nothing more empowering and debilitating than a routine.
Well said, friend. Well said.
So I think I'm going to declare war on the days that just wash away into nothingness. How can you do this? Well, we're going to find out together.
I started by...
making this breakfast.
playing this (and everything) loud.
Setting up a reading date with my adoring niece, who I'll put to sleep and then hit my favorite coffee shop to get some reading of my own in.
sniffing this. (lemon is invigorating and I need 3 things in life... food, water, lotion)
Will it work? Any other ideas on how to assail one's senses to get them out of a lull?
If all else fails maybe I'll just go see Inception... again.