After a few moody days over the last week or so I woke up this morning, not full of energy, but with enough oomph to decide to hell with energy, today’s going to be awesome!. I leapt (okay, clambered) out of bed and threw on my gym gear (casually dressed). I was at the gym just after the doors opened at 6, ready to get on the treadmill.
6.05am and all of the treadmills are taken. But not to worry! I hadn’t used the elliptical in a while anyway. Problem solved, just a slight change of plans.
All goes well, having worked out, showered and tamed the hair before rocking up to a relatively quiet day at work. Where I find out that that weird feeling I noticed on the bus? Yeah, undies inside out.
Again, not a big problem – easy enough to go into the bathroom and sort yourself out. Unless you’re like me. I decided instead to tell various friends on our floor about it and comically waddled when only they were looking.
Spilt coffee on my skirt – rubbed it in until you couldn’t see it (both my skirt and the coffee were black anyway).
Tripped into the elevator at lunch – mimed it again when I went to get out.
Reading 50 Shades of Grey on the bus and the Kindle cleared its memory – talked to the person next to me instead.
None of these things are particularly unusual. None of these things should make or break a day. But for me, in the past, they often have.
The difference today? My attitude. Today I decided I was going to be happy, that today was going to be a good day, and I made sure that my behaviour reflected that. Do people think I’m nuts-o for the way I carried on? Probably. Do I care? Not today.