White Piano

There are some days that no matter how terrible they are, can still end well and totally redeem themselves.

That is how yesterday was for me. It kind of felt as though I was trying to swim through water.

You know that feeling........in your mind you are moving your legs as fast as you can, but as your legs try to move through the water, the resistance proves futile. The deeper the water, the greater the difficulty to wade successfully through.

Yesterday it seemed that I started at about ankle deep water and as the day progressed, the water grew higher and higher. The strange thing is that there wasn't any major thing that went wrong. It was just a lot of tiny little things. Every time there was a chance for something to go the way I wanted it to, it didn't.

Like Alexander's terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day, I woke up with gum in my hair, didn't get the dessert I wanted at lunch, got shafted on the tennis shoes I wanted, and had to eat lima beans for dinner. Metaphorically speaking.

And so it went.....all day long......until finally, yesterday afternoon when I was writing a blog, I somehow managed to delete the entire thing. I can't even explain how it happened, which increased my frustration!

On an ordinary day,  I would have been annoyed and disappointed. But yesterday, it was the tiny string of straw that broke the camel's back.

I cried. I went into my bedroom and flat out ugly cried.



And it felt amazing!!! What a release!

Now, the rest of the day wasn't a fairy tale by any means. There were still minor hiccups and headaches. But because of my cathartic ugly cry, I was in a better place to deal with them.

I was ready to concede to the day going down in the history books as "meh", when I was surprised by the ability of a single circumstance to completely turn it around.

We were over at my mom and stepdad's house last night for my nephew's birthday party. And as the party was winding down, my mom sat down at her piano to play.

(this is not my mother, but it is her piano!)

Now let me just say: I LOVE listening to my mom play the piano. It is one of my favorite things on earth. It has the power to instantly bring me back to being a child. So although the white piano room was filled with people playing and talking and consorting noisily.........in my mind I was in my happy place.

I felt immediately refreshed and ready to take on the world once again, lima beans and all.

So the next time that I have a frustrating day, I hope I don't underestimate the chance of an eleventh hour redemption.

After all, there is always hope that things will get better.