Today I woke up feeling all of my 34 years of age. I just could not do this adulting thing because I was feeling the full weight of it. I was feeling all kinds of different emotions, maybe it is adulting or PMS or both. All I know is that I was not feeling fine, had zero motivation for work and I just did not want to engage.
But, I managed to remind myself that a bad day does not mean a bad life.
Now that the day is almost over, here I am still wishing:
…it was Friday already.
…I could have a full day or weekend off.
…I could have days to relax and not have to worry about all the things I have to do.
I prayed more than usual today because I know that worry is not from God. I went to God and cast all my cares onto Him. My faith was being tested for a few hours, but I remembered that God never promised us perfect days in which everything flows without stress, but He did promise that He will never leave or forsake me. I held on for dear life to that promise.
What kind of day are you having? How do you deal with a bad day?