Perhaps I should’ve stayed in bed. You see, warming up I tweaked my back. Not much, but in that sort of way to let me know that if I did more movement of a vigorous nature I would regret it later.
So being smart - actually I think I’m finally starting to learn after repeated examples of ignorance - instead of pushing through, I quit. Some light stretching and a walk for me.
That wasn’t at all in my plan for this morning.
Was it a bad thing that I didn’t get my way?
Who knows?
The point I want to neatly segue into is that bad days don't just happen.
A bad day begins when things don't go the way you planned them. A bad day simply is that reality hasn't met your expectations of what "should" have occurred.
But then the degree to which it is a bad day, ranging from merely difficult to complete disaster, depends on how much you were fixed on sticking with your plan - i.e. how much you resist what is.
Life isn't good or bad, it isn't out to get you sometimes, it just is what it is. Life is constant change. Can you be fluid enough and adapt?
How flexible and fluid you are with what is happening will determine how much freedom you will experience. If you can cultivate an attitude of "how fascinating!" to everything that happens to you, life will become an absolute adventure and never ever "bad".
The end of bad days is all in your attitude.
You can step out the door with a plan, but surrender it to an attitude of adventure: "OK! what is going to happen today? Bring it on! I'm ready. And if I'm not ready, I'll just be surprised".
Do this and you'll never have a bad day ever again. I promise you.
And you’ll be much more present to this moment too.
Have a great day, and a superb weekend - Arjuna