The Most Important Days Are Your Worst Days.
It’s how you deal with your worst days which builds your character and reinforces good or bad habits. There’s a difference between having one or two bits of chocolate cake versus eating the entire fucking thing. When you’re eating the entire fucking thing there comes a point where the tastiness stops, you feel like shit and you can do the right thing by giving it to someone else or sticking it down the toilet or putting it through your neighbour’s letterbox.
It’s all about learning to frame defeat in a positive way so you can learn a lesson from your ways.
I had a pretty bad day yesterday.
I managed to almost destroy another Airbnb. After proudly weighing myself I went to bed for the night and woke up to a massive fucking clunk and me lying in the middle of the bed like Moses when he parted the Red Sea.
It’s been almost 4 years since I flooded the bathroom in Walthamstow and I had terrible anxiety that I was gonna get another 3 star review from the pissed off landlord. I had to leave the apartment early this morning to allow the owner to survey the damage and as I walked down to Split Old Town I was possessed by all sorts of shitty negativity.
The problem with negative thinking is that it’s addictive. If I have a bad start to the day I will go out of my way subconsciously to make it worse and I managed that by tripping over a bollard and narrowing missing another trip over a fucking bench.
Anyway, I did what I always do when I’m in bad mood. I ate like shit. Had a massive chocolate sundae, then a burrito, then some sushi and then another burrito. It didn’t help but the truth is it that it won’t make much difference. I’ve had 4 good days in a row before this. I rounded tonight off with a 9 mile run and I’m gonna catch some sleep in my bed that isn’t totally fucked up.
I’m starting again tomorrow with a salad and I won’t have such a bad morning this time around. Unless I totally fuck the bed up again. Or I leave the door open here all night and accidentally let all the huge stray cats in here and they destroy the furnishings.
Update : 20 minutes after publishing this I went out to buy a bottle of Cola in a shop with a notoriously hidden step. I tripped up over it really badly and had to use the Cola as a makeshift shaft to stop me from tumbling over.
Bad days can linger, watch out for the next step cuntos!