My No Good Very Bad Day--But not really.

You know how sometimes you have those days where one bad thing just happens after another and you think how could all this be possibly happening in one day?

Today was kind of like that for me.

First, I dropped my phone--in the toilet. Yeah, had to place a claim to get a new one.
Then, I was all excited to eat my chicken and rice (yummy!), but I needed to eat at my desk since I didn't have a working phone and the clock in the break room is broken. No big deal. I gather up my stuff and head on upstairs. Anyone who knows me knows I'm the BIGGEST klutz in the world. Yep, I fell (going up the stairs, not even down) and bam, I watch in slow motion as my chicken and rice fly through the air. All of it. None was savable. 

So somehow I managed to laugh this all off. It got me thinking, I haven't had a day like this in a long time. I've had way to many horrible days, but not where it's these random individual events.

Then I smiled. The old Heather would have been in tears. Thinking things like "why does this have to happen to me?" or "oh my gosh. This sucks. FML". 

I guess going through something as traumatic as losing Arianna made me realize these things really don't matter. If my biggest problem was having a broken phone or picking up a whole bunch of rice off carpeted stairs, I would be ecstatic.

We get one life. Don't spend it mad over the little things.
Smile :) you're still breathing.

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