I love those days when you feel like a million bucks and everything’s coming up aces…
You had a restful sleep. Your breakfast was delicious and your hair looks fucking great. It’s Friday and your direct deposit went through so you’re flush before work even starts. Traffic isn’t so bad and you even had time to grab a coffee and a croissant before settling into a relaxing day of answering e-mails, meetings, and the occasional adventure for “professional development” purposes. You might even hit up a happy hour after work. Scratch that. You will hit up a happy hour after work.
And we all have those days that just… aren’t. You wake up with a back ache, assuming that you actually got some sleep between all the tossing and turning. Your account is overdraft and the rent is due. You don’t have any eggs and you left the milk out overnight. Your gas light is on and you’re stuck in gridlock on the highway between two tractor trailers and your air conditioner is on the fritz. There’s a firestorm when you get into work and if you want to keep your job, chances are you won’t get the opportunity to look up from your computer before 1:30 PM, only praying it was closer to 5. Lunch? Nice try. You’re working late today. Could this day get any worse?
No matter which situation you find yourself in, the best-case or worst-case, ultimately the best part of your day should be the fact that somebody out there cares loves you and you’re making them proud. I know I sound like a 1990’s cliche boy band lyric right now, but it’s fucking true. Your partner in crime. Your comfort blanket. Your baby mama. Whomever! Isn’t our ultimate goal in life to bring those people that love us, that have grown to love us, that we’ve grown to love, closer to us in our everyday lives? Aren’t we be better people for doing that?
But what happens if you do all that, and then that love, too, ends? Which it will. There’s no denying that. But what happens to the psyche when that love is taken away, and there’s nothing left but a forced state of platonism? The highs aren’t as high, and the lows are automatically lower. Sure, there’s definitely rewards and benefits of a relationship that transcends physical intimacy, but the trajectory is more often than not a negative and downward-spiraling crash. Once you’ve been to the top, you can either stay up there forever or you can come back down and try something else. There’s no third choice.
You can let the turmoil wear you down, or you can use it to guide you back towards those “million dollar days.” The choice is yours. Charlie Brown tells the truth, “the PTA did a good job of painting these benches.”
No, no, I’m kidding. Charlie Brown famously said, “there’s nothing like unrequited love to drain all the flavor out of a peanut butter sandwich.” But the fact is, regardless of how it tastes, you just gotta eat that sandwich and move the fuck on.