Even Rockstars Have Bad Days
I had an unexpected outpouring of support after my last post “Today is different”.
I thought I was writing about the optimism I feel after a seemingly bad day.
Those days that challenge you and cause you to question everything. Those moments that tease you with the idea of giving up.
Apparently, it was surprising that I might ever have bad days. Which in turn surprises me, I have bad days all the time.
How we deal with the bad days is what defines us.
Sometimes the bad days do knock us back. Sometimes the bad days extend into bad weeks. When the #squigglyline seems to be delivering mostly backwards and sideways, what then? Stop. Not long enough to lose momentum but long enough to create a little time and space to absorb the pushback you are getting.
Some bad days will require you to grit your teeth, dig in, work harder. They bring out my inner street fighter, I double down. I think they call it pushing boulders uphill for a reason. Those are the days I work late, I clear my to do list, I get shit done and I create momentum by doing.
But often it’s about working smarter. There are times when the squiggles are signs that we need to slow down. My husband is a sculptor and he has taught me that, when making art, it’s more often about standing back and observing than it is about doing. Those are the days I get out and hike, do yoga or bake bread. Any activity really that takes me out of my head and allow my intuition to take over.
So, I have learned to relish the bad days. I have learned to appreciate the information they give me. That, and the knowledge that it takes the backwards and sideways to know that you are truly on the #squigglyline.