The Blessing Behind A Bad Day..

Hello Friends,

Long time, no talk! I hope everyone had a beautiful Memorial Day Weekend spent with loved ones and you took advantage of that extra day off! Let’s not forget to honor those living and remember those who have given their lives fighting for the freedoms we so often take for granted, either. To you, we owe everything. We salute and love you!

Last week was an interesting one to say the least and I strangely found myself wanting to share it (shocking, I know). I sometimes experience writer’s block when it comes to choosing a topic to speak on or creating content readers would find appealing. As you know, writing is such a huge passion of mine so it’s easy to become overwhelmed by the daunting task of putting out interesting pieces, while navigating a path for what I want my blog to ultimately become. I decided that sometimes the easiest way to reach another person is to write about something seemingly minuscule but relatable.

Have you ever had one of those days…the one where you actually begin to wonder why no one has given you your own TV show, yet? The one where each passing event that takes place no longer induces anxiety or stress but instead, I don’t know…makes you laugh? The one that leaves you feeling drained and causes you to question all facets of your life? 

Yeah. That was me last week. I had one of those days. It seems that every so often there’s a day that comes along where nothing goes right. Whether big or small, it’s as if God is testing you to see what you make of the obstacles he’s presenting. Whether it’s spilling your cup of hot coffee all over your car, forgetting about an importing memo or deadline or even just feeling lost and overwhelmed, I’m sure we’ve all felt the stresses of life seep into our bones in one way or another. Let me tell you that in the moment, these things could seem detrimental. Earth shattering. They could engulf you in a sea of ‘Why me’s? and ‘What nows’?‘ But if you take a deep breath and see the obstacles for what they are (as hard as that may be), you’ll find the truer meaning behind them and likely be able to navigate past them with ease.

Last week, I woke up ready to take on a great day. The sun was shining through my car window, soft breeze in the air, music playing. Summer on the horizon. I felt good. I felt optimistic. I felt excited. For no particular reason, may I add.


Queue the stresses brought on by the real world…roll them on in. (you didn’t forget about us, did you?) The stresses of work. The stresses of things not going the way I had planned or working in my favor. The stresses of realizing that in all actuality, I’m not really where I want to be on this journey we call life. They all piled on me like a stack of dense bricks that morning. My peaceful, positive Polly mood was replaced by a feeling of weight and pessimism. The sunshine and the music really didn’t matter to me any longer because I was focused on my troubles. All of this before I really got to even experience the day. How quickly things can change in an instant, right?

I tried to forge ahead in an effort to turn my mood around despite my setbacks, but it was as if God was saying, “Wait, there’s more, Amanda..”

A few comedic highlights..

My usual daily pit stop to the work bathroom quickly became one of embarrassment and shame. You see, that day I was wearing a one piece romper (ladies, if you wear these, you know that it has to come off in its entirety if you make that fateful trip to the restroom). Beauty is pain. Although all stalls were empty, I decided to use the vacant handicapped stall at the very end of the row. I felt it was roomier for my romper-wearing self and well, no one else was in the bathroom, so why not?

A few minutes passed and I heard nothing. Just me and the rattling of the heating system above. There was no one there and I was still alone.

Once I was fully clothed and rompered again, I slowly swung the door open to find someone sitting there unbeknownst to me and was smacked in the face with the continuation of my oh, so wonderful day…

A woman. A woman in a wheelchair.  A handicapped woman. 

Waiting for me to be done using the handicapped stall with a look of rightful annoyance on her face.

Oh come. on. 

Is there anywhere I can hide? Does anyone have a rock I can willingly go crawl under?

Guys, this was one of those moments. A moment made strictly for TV. I actually looked up at the ceiling wanting to know if God himself was getting a kick out of it, too. After the morning I had been having, he surely couldn’t be serious. I washed my hands and bolted for the door as quickly as humanly possible…sparing myself from further embarrassment.

I spent my morning ruminating over my stresses and the events that took place. The only thing keeping me going was knowing that I had a three-day weekend approaching. I’d be visiting my brother down in North Carolina to see his new house! Something I had looked forward to for months. A chance to escape reality for a bit. To unwind and get away.

Well, by the end of the day..that plan was foiled. My best friend and I came to the realization (after our scatter-brained planning) that logistically, setting out that Friday in rush hour holiday traffic and attempting to drive 9 hours on one of the busiest holiday weekends of the year didn’t seem all too feasible. Long Island Memorial Day gridlock is enough to make anyone want to reconsider their travel plans and for us, it didn’t make sense to go through all that for a two night stay with my brother. A $500 flight was well out of the question and just like that…my much anticipated weekend plan was erased. The canvas was blank. My getaway was no longer. Great. What now.

It felt like my day was on a path to no where.

You all know how I feel about my weekends and if there’s one thing that can uplift my mood, it’s having two days to unwind, wherever the wind may take me. This was a huge bummer!

Once 5pm came around, I was ready for my lengthy commute home which often includes lots of singing, reflecting and venting to my best friend on the phone about the woes of life. This time we’d likely discuss our alternate plans for the weekend and I’d humor her with the tales of my day and vise versa.

Just as I went to convert my iPhone to bluetooth a few minutes into my ride, I saw something wonderful in my rear view mirror. Two flashing lights, perfectly patriotic for Memorial Day Weekend! Gleaming behind me. Luring me in.

It took me a second to realize and process what was going on. Guys, I wasn’t even phased at this point. It was the cherry on top of my day, a little extra spice if you will.

“Genn, yeah I’m getting pulled over…no. No, I’m not kidding. I’ll um, call ya later.”

(mom, if you’re reading this..don’t kill me! everything is fine.)

The window slowly rolled down and a state trooper waltzed over to let me know he had seen me futzing with my phone. Guys, a word of advice if you ever get pulled over…be honest. Chances are, anyone in a position of law enforcement already knows everything about you and their main goal is to see if you’re going to be dishonest when they question you. After a simple interrogation, the forking over of my license and registration and an exchange about my weekend plans, I was SPARED.

Thank you trooper Gods or whoever decided that I had had enough for the day.

When I got home, I was beat. I was tired. And I was reflecting.

Do you ever feel like a bad day really makes you think about where you are in life? Where you’re headed? What you want or what you feel you’re lacking? A few mishaps make you question everything..

I know I just went on a small diatribe about a series of silly instances that made up my so-called bad day. And although stressful, my day wasn’t really that bad in the grand scheme of life. The truth is, my worst day could be someone else’s best. Even if I feel like I’m drowning or things are crumbling, there’s someone else out there who has it worse and could really use our prayers.

Moral of the story…

The reason I wrote this little tidbit is to shed light on the fact that a bad day could actually be one of your best because you can’t really appreciate the sunshine without a little bit of rain. A bad day doesn’t necessarily mean a bad life. Here’s why…

When everything goes right, it’s very easy to become complacent. Content. Comfortable. It’s easy not to think about the not-so-pretty parts of our lives that may need some fine-tuning. We ignore those things when everything seems to be swimming along.

It’s not until we’re having one of those days that everything comes into question. We find ourselves asking what it is we’re looking for out of life, who it is we want to be, what could use improvement and how we’re going to make our dreams reality. What can we do to forge a happier path to our own personal destination of success and growth.

You see, life isn’t meant to be seamless and perfect. It’s meant to encourage you to grow. It’s meant to present you with challenges and silly little setbacks to get you thinking about what you really want out of your journey. Whatever that may be for you. I think that’s why God gave us bad days. He wants us to realize that even when things seem to be completely hopeless or a mess, there’s so much more to it. He’s trying to light a fire beneath us and push us to our greatest potential.

I know that’s what last week’s bad day did for me. And I’m so grateful for it.

A bad day leads you to believe that it’s just not in the cards for you…but I promise it is. Just keep pushing!

I was able to put my troubles aside and enjoy a beautiful, relaxing Memorial Day weekend with family and friends. Being outside. Going to the beach. Focusing on what truly matters most in life.

I’ve gone into this week with a clearer perspective, greater goals and the drive to make things happen.

There is always a blessing behind the bad day you’re having…

Keep forging ahead!

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With love,


1 thought on “The Blessing Behind A Bad Day..”

  1. Honey, I know I’m your Gram and I won’t deny partial, but everything you write throws me for a loop. You are a superb writer and your ability to capture your feelings on paper, is amazing. Your imagination at 2 years old was remarkable, so I shouldn’t be surprised whenever I read what you have written, but I will always be proud. Love you.

    PS: You wrote this in one day!!!!

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