It’s one of those days.
I’m feeling irritable and a little angry.
I didn’t wake up that day. Got to work feeling as would generally feel, for a Monday.
Soon different issues started to come at me. Different realisations. Different challenges.
Next thing I know, it’s 10:17 AM, and I’m virtually spent. By noon I’m tired and just want to sleep.
Throughout the rest of the day couldn’t focus and found myself ruminating. Wasn’t thinking clearly, and paying attention to anything was a challenge.
Still ended up leaving the office one hour after official quitting time. Came home, promptly dropped on my bed and slept for an hour and a half.
It’s now 10:20 PM while I’m writing this – two hours after I would usually do so. And I still have some key things to do. Perhaps I can do it all in an hour.
I’m saying all this being fully aware that for others, a bad day is one without food or shelter. But for another set of people, a bad day is chipping a nail. You meet people where they are.