It’s hard to see life this way. Typically our minds only recognize the negative, even for the happiest people. A day may come where it just seems nothing can go right. Maybe even a week, a month, or a year. Seems like you just can’t catch a break.
It happens. To everyone at some point in time where you look at what happened and feel like a failure. After my dad died I didn’t know which way to turn, and when I finally decided it typically came back to bite me in the butt. It seemed impossible to release myself from the endless cycle.
I wanted to give up and crawl under a rock. Hoping it’d all go away. However, due to loving friends and family, they wouldn’t let me give up that easy. My life was a mess and I wasn’t sure if I’d ever recover. Time went on and I slowly started putting my life back together.
I found this quote just a few weeks ago and it hit me.
“So far, you’ve survived 100% of your bad days. You’re doing great!!”-Unkown
There is no failure in this journey. Sure there are hiccups and sometimes I fall down but at the end of the day, I have survived every day. Every single day I woke up, endured the day, and went to bed in one piece. Some days were pretty bad and scary even, but I still made it through.
Just because I had one bad day in a span of a few months doesn’t mean the whole few months was bad. It only means that one day was. It means I can’t let those few days that are tough ruin my overall progress.
I was just talking to my aunt earlier this week about it. About the fact that I’m in a really good spot in life. I’m balancing a job, high school, and college while getting good grades, and I have a solid, promising long-term relationship. Some days are tough and those days I want to just be over.
Then there are days where I can laugh and enjoy the day no matter what happens good or bad. Those are the days that count. I can’t let myself get discouraged about the times I have bad days.
Overall if there ever comes a time in life where you’re looking death in the eye you’ll think of the good times all the good days and realize how far you’ve come. I haven’t been even slightly close to that, but when I get some quiet time to just myself I reflect on the last 5 years.
When I do that I don’t pick out the bad days, I remember the days where I decided to start my day different. I remember the first days where I went a full day without shedding a single tear. I remember even the funeral and just imagine my dad standing next to me telling me I’ll be ok and I’ll figure life out.
I still miss my dad like crazy and that pain will never decrease. What will decrease is the amount of time I spend feeling sad and angry about things I had no control in. Anybody I have ever lost deserves for their lives to be celebrated with memories and laughter.
It’s ok to have bad days because inevitably they will come, but don’t look at them as a point of failure. Wake up the next day and realize all the hardship and pain you’ve been through you are 100% successful. You made it through every single bad day and it can only get better.
No matter what you’ve been through your journey is perfect.