In Side Out

In Side Out

Just a few minutes ago, I looked down while I was busy typing and noticed that my sweater was inside out. It didn't even phase me; I could have cared less. You see, today is Friday, and those that are close to me know that Fridays are my worst days. I can't stand Fridays. I'm a half a century old, and I still haven't learned to pace myself; by Friday, I am worn out, brain dead, and can't function very well. On Fridays, I spend much of my time trying to come up with the words that are in my head, but I cannot seem to spit them out on paper or get them out of my lips. So Friday is usually a hard day for me, and 99% of the time, I end up in tears at some point. But this Friday, as I looked down at my inside out sweater, I didn't move a muscle to fix it. I just took a deep breath and let it be.  Let it be. So what if my sweater is inside out. Maybe I will start a new fashion trend. So what if I am having a bad day, each lousy day, each inside out day I push through only builds my will-power muscle. I need to embrace each inside-out day, see the humor and be thankful my experience is improving my insides, even my inside-out insides.