I think it happens to us all. I’ve had one coming to me for a while. Life is basically good, but… Yesterday was horrible. It started when I spilled my coffee on the floor (the floor I had just washed). The cement caulking on my toilet crumbled. My oatmeal exploded in the microwave. I slipped on the way to work, and although I wasn’t hurt, it wasn’t fun. I asked my seat mate to call the apartment office and get a repair man. She had to go to the hardware store to buy the cement caulk. (I was a bit put off because I think, I pay a maintenance fee, these things should be covered.) The maintenance man was two hours late, and I missed my martial arts class. Of course that might have been a good thing, since with my luck, I could have really hurt myself. I had to go to the bathroom outside the building, getting a key from the gate man each time. It was like all the Friday the 13ths and Mondays of last year rolled out and bit me. It was a very, very bad day.
But bad days do happen, and I try to be philosophical about them.
When I cycled through China there was a period where I was in the mountains. I couldn’t go around the range, I had to go through it. Those were days that hurt. I got chased by a duck. Really I did. There was no shortcut, no easy way, just slog through. But there were cool villages and breathtakingly, heartachingly beautiful sights, and random people encouraging me along the way.
I think this year is going to be a lot like that. Lots of slog and beautiful vistas. I have a plan to quit smoking and that is not going to be easy, and this is the year I clean out my life. I clean out the clutter both mental and physical. It will be a long hard slog, with I hope pockets of beauty.