A Road Diverged

Coming into work today I was carrying my work shoes in one hand (my rebellious streak insists that I wear the forbidden flip flops until I get to my desk - or longer if I can get away with it) and a cup of milk in another. As I went through the door it started to close and hit me on the arm causing me to spill my milk all over the carpet, my hand and my shoes. I was immediately frustrated. Not only had I been looking forward to drinking my milk with my breakfast (which was safely tucked away in my purse) I had also gotten milk all over myself. I sighed, irritated, and made my way to the restroom mumbling to myself the whole way. “Why does the day have to start out like this?” “Why does this happen when I’m already running late?” “Why am I having such a bad day?” (nevermind the fact that I’d been up for less than an hour) and other such thoughts ran through my head as I cleaned my shoes, my hand and arm, and my work badge - which had also gotten soaked. After a few minutes I had pretty much cleaned everything up and made it to my desk, still a bit flustered. I then waited for the rest of my day to go bad (by the way, I woke up thirty minutes late this morning as well). But, today’s been a good day which has left me to wonder why I allowed a little spilt milk to get to me (a little bit of irony there).

Why do we allow things to affect us so much? What makes us decide that our day is bad? Is it because I ruined a shirt or forgot to do an important report the boss asked me to do? Truly - there are only a few things that should affect us so much as to make it a truly bad day (a death in the family, losing your job, a bad car accident…) - but even these can fade with time. So I’ve decided to try to laugh at these things when I want to be irritated - to see the humor in it. To laugh at the fact that the door didn’t register me being there and deciding to close on me - which I thought only happened at the front lobby (in fact, I am becoming convinced that our automatic doors only sense aliens and not humans - it’s a good way to weed out who really belongs here). So that’s my goal - to laugh instead of groan - unless it really, really hurts.

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