How About a Break for a Really BAD DAY???

  In my efforts of "aspiring to be inspiring" I find that some days I straight up have no inspirational material.  Today for example, WORST. DAY. EVER.  OK, so that may be a little over exaggerated....I'm sure you've had worse days than the one I've just had, I'm fairly sure I have too; but, it's been a rough one.  I work nights, and sleep was something I chased all day instead of actually getting some.  It was cold (I mean REALLY COLD) and the dog decided that she wanted to play for an EXTRA long time when all I wanted to do was crawl into bed and warm up.  It took me an abnormally long time to talk myself into my workout today because I was so over tired and grumpy, and then I opted for T25 Speed 2.0 because there was no longer time for a complete INSANITY workout.  That, however, ended up being a decent decision....it was a tough workout, but it was short, I ended it feeling sore, but energized, and like the day had taken a turn for the better (despite the fact that I only had 15 minutes at that point to shower, change, feed the dog, eat dinner and get on my way to work). 

   Twenty minutes later, I was out the door (not too bad!) with my shakeology dinner in hand.  It was also, however, in an open container because I'd run out of lids....I figured it would not be a big deal.  I pulled up to the first major intersection of my commute behind someone sitting at the red light.  He decided to turn on red, and I took my foot off the brake, looked down to grab my shake so it would make it around the corner while I touched the gas, and when I looked up, the car in front of me had re-stopped....I didn't even have time to correct my mistake, I rear ended him.  Not terribly hard, but my shake flew out of its container, ALL OVER the inside of the windshield, then splashed back into my face, down the front of my scrubs, into my lap (and consequently, INTO my pants!).  I was MORTIFIED and actively berating myself when I realized that he wasn't getting out of his car.  I put mine in park and got out, as I'm walking up to his window, my shakeology dinner was running down my leg and into my shoe where it squished every time I took a step.  The other man finally jumped out "it's OK!  I'm OK!  You're OK!  There's no damage, LOOK!!" (as he points to a scratch and a small dent in his bumper) "don't worry about it!" then he jumped back into his car and sped away, leaving me crying and covered in chocolate in the middle of a busy intersection....not even sure IF there was damage to my car because it was dark and I was tearful.  I got in the car, called work to let them know I was alright, but going to be late and why.  Then I had to drive home with my head hanging out the drivers side window because I couldn't see out the windshield and I didn't have any towels or napkins or anything to wipe the shake up with. 

 

   I get home, all squishy and sticky and still balling with frustration, I changed, cleaned the car up the best I could and drove to work.  When I arrived, my co-workers were waiting anxiously for me (from BOTH the on-coming and off-going shifts!) just to make sure I was ok.  Have I ever mentioned what an AMAZING group of women I work with???  I was still upset-ish, and my head was THROBBING from the stress of the evening, and as I'm telling my story, they all start laughing.....I mean, ROLLING on the floor, holding their bellies LAUGHING!  They told me they were sorry that I had a crummy night but that I tell the best stories and that I made their nights with this one.  And I realized something, I don't have to always be positive or uplifting, or even happy to be inspiring....some days I can to be covered in chocolate, with a funny (albeit embarassing) story, and surrounded by friends.  We all had a good laugh, and started the shift in better moods (myself included!).