Oh Well …

I missed a day. 

You’re supposed to post every day in November for the #BlogLikeCrazy challenge, and I missed a day. 

Oh well. 

It is what it is.

I could beat myself up over missing a day. I could throw in the towel and never write a blessed word ever again. Forget the last ten days of the month. I could flagellate myself with words like “lazy” and “stupid” and “half-hearted.” 

But I’m none of those things, and I know it. And there’s no point in beating yourself up over a challenge that’s supposed to be fun. Nothing is at stake here.

And in reality, yesterday was just a damn bad day although there were a few bright spots. But overall it was just craptastic. I was sad and mad and frustrated because aside from the obvious pandemic and political stress, the boiler in my building died. That means no hot water. Not a drop. 

Is it the end of the world? No. Is it the straw that just about broke the camel’s back? Yup.

Here’s how my day went. I woke up to no hot water. I met my friend first thing in the morning at Railroad Park for a distance walk. We got in four miles of gossip. I got some groceries and came home and put them away. Still no hot water. I spent the rest of the day driving around town and trying not to feel too greasy and gross since I hadn’t had a shower.

Somewhere along the way I threw a good old hissy fit. I got a drive-thru coffee at Starbucks. I cried a while. I talked to Sonny Boy on the phone. We laughed. I went home. Still no hot water. I cried some more and had a minor hissy episode. Tragedy and I heated water on the stove and each had a bath. I drank four cocktails, which is twice my limit, and I went to bed. 

You’ll note that at no time did I feel inspired to sit down and write a blog post that was mildly entertaining and ended with some uplifting lesson. Oh well. 

That’s why today is a twofer. Saying “oh well” is the twentieth lesson I’ve learned in 2020. And recognizing that “it is what it is” is the twenty-first lesson I’ve learned. We just can’t put too much pressure on ourselves this year to live up to high expectations, even if they’re our own. That’s why we have to just say OH WELL. 

And we have to realize that nothing this year is going to turn out the way we want it to. Things are going to happen and there’s just nothing we can do about it. That’s when we have to shrug our shoulders and say IT IS WHAT IT IS and just go on about our business.

But as Scarlett always said, tomorrow is another day. And here I am in reasonably better spirits, back at the keyboard determined to only miss one day of #BlogLikeCrazy.

Unless I have another bad day. 

Oh well. It is what it is. 

(This year for #BlogLikeCrazy, I’m talking about 30 lessons I’ve learned in 2020. Read the other entries here).