"I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day," said Alexander in Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, and this morning, I felt his pain.
I forgot to set my alarm for my favorite yoga class, I nearly twisted my ankle tripping over the cats on my way to feed them this morning, I was running late for a meeting, I had to print out some papers and we didn't have any ink, and I had to mail some packages. I groused to L that it would be a terrible day.
As I raced to Kinko's, my face already reddening from the heat, I thought about L's sage advice to look on the bright side, to think about the best possible outcome from the meeting and from my subsequent busy day. But I was too mired in my Scrooge-ish thoughts for it to make a dent. I was, in short, determined to be miserable.
Shayna greeted me with a huge smile as I sat down at the Kinko's computer. I can't resist a good smile, and I smiled back, spirits rising just a tad. I printed out my papers, and then set out with my handful of items I kept dropping to try and find packaging for my stuff I needed to return. Shayna put her hand on my arm. "Baby, we're going to take care of you, alright? Just tell me what you need." Her kindness brought tears to my eyes.
"I'm just having such a rough morning," I sniffled. "And I'm not sure how to send these back the proper way..." Having a meltdown in Kinko's was not my finest moment. But Shayna persevered, taking the packages from me, easily figuring out what needed to be done (it was actually quite easy), and cheerfully sending me on my way. At the last minute, when I was awkwardly clutching my water bottle, phone, and a folder I needed to have easily accessible for my meeting, she stopped me.
"Honey, I'm going to give you a bag so you can have all of your stuff together. We don't want you dropping anything now, alright?" I gratefully accepted, thanked her profusely, and raced to my meeting, which ended up going swimmingly.
Shayna was my light at the end of the tunnel this morning, and L was right to look on the bright side (I'm admitting it!). Everything turned out to be just fine, although the story I was telling myself this morning was that things would be far from fine. It just goes to show that in a single moment, your story can always turn around. Even though I need to be reminded of that as well, I promise it's true.
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