Maybe it's a bad day
Or, a bad week
Or, hell... a bad year.
It's your timeframe of bad--
There is no right or wrong amount of bad in this ode.
You do you.
Give yourself permission to have a bad [moment, minute, hour, day, week, month, year].
Caution: this ode does not cover bad life. You're on your own for that one.
Maybe it's overwhelmingly bad
unbearably sad, or
just plain awful.
You know what?Own that bad day.
Have that bad day.
OWN.THAT.BITCH.
We spend so much time trying to convince each other--and ourselves--
that it is not okay to have a bad [your timeframe].
But, it is okay.
it is "normal" (what that is)...
it is healthy...
it is acceptable.
As a therapist, I ask people why pretend to be okay if we're not okay for that moment, hour, day or week?
I know, I know......you're thinking that therapists are supposed to support having a good day, week, year...and, I do...
but, those bad days deserve an ode, too.
Who the hell doesn't have a bad day?
Anyone who says they never have a bad moment, hour, day, week, month or year....
well, let's just say I question that.
Be a taco and fall apart.
They are still just as wonderful.
They are still just as tasty.
They are still the same thing they were before they fell apart.
They are still loved.
Well, as much as you can love a taco.
Corn shells never hold together
but, damn they are still fabulous.
Having a bad [timeframe] works for me.
Grumble, mutter, swear, cry.
That shitty time is just visiting.
Visiting for the timeframe of which you've determined.
It's really shitty.
I am no fan of having a bad [moment, minute, hour, day, week, month, year]
but, if it swoops upon me
so be it... let it visit...
then I can get on with it.
Oh, you bad, naughty, painful, ugly, shitty timeframe...
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