Yesterday I had outstanding thoughts about goals and being proactive. Then, I had a terrible no good very bad day. It was the kind of day that ended with me feeling like a failure. Oh, how I hate days like that. I find it especially ironic this morning as I think about it.
I ended up with a bad headache and found myself unusually emotional. I had the kind of irrational emotions that often arise monthly but it wasn't time for that. I found myself thinking, "What's wrong with me?" as I got frustrated over petty things with my husband. It left me feeling terrible and I couldn't shake it. I went to bed feeling frustrated with myself and frustrated with my husband and even more frustrated that I felt that way.
I hear some days are like that, even in Australia.
What I hate most is how when I have a bad day I usually end up beating myself up for it.
This morning I am shaking off feelings of insignificance and regret.
I have to choose to let it go.
Cue the music.
While I was thinking about that I decided to finish loading the dishwasher. I cleaned out some leftovers from the fridge. Disgusting. I hate cleaning out leftovers.
How timely! Seems like that's what this morning is about. Alright, they've been dumped. The disposal was run. The fridge is clean. The dishwasher is running.
Today is a new day.
His mercies are new every morning. (Lamentations 3:22-23)