Did you know the human eye can only detect about 16 or 17 million of them??
Only. Just a few. (o.O)
Today’s prompt is about having a “Case of the Mondays”. You know it…that aggravating feeling of wanting to run headfirst into a wall instead of getting up for work/school/life as we know it. It can put a serious damper on your plans to take over the world. It’s attributed to being a rather “blah” day…a “bahumbug” day…a “blue” day.
I get ’em. The “blues”. And, in fact, I can also experience this phenomenon on any given day. I don’t know about you, but I’m an self-professed equal-opportunity blues-day-er.
Sometimes…well…sometimes it’s just not fair. It pisses me off to no end that I write for people who don’t bother perusing a few posts every now and again and then question my Adventures in Chaos as if it’s some big *gasp-worthy* revelation. It pisses me off that I can’t find any goddamned pain relief that works for me. I hate when people assume that because I did something substantial one day, that there must have some miraculous turn of Saturn’s outer rings because “OH-EM-GEE you’re CURED!!!” I LOATHE the fact that there are eleventy-billion people who plaster my newsfeeds with pictures of dying babies in Africa, thus invalidating the essence of my own very existence because in the BIG picture…well…someone is struggling on the other side of the planet. Harsh? Perhaps. How do you feel when someone tells you that you mean nothing in the BIG picture…your thoughts…your emotions…the physicality of the things that you feel…endure…daily. How is that productive in any way?
Oh ya, there are tons of things that get me down, bum me out, make me wanna make the evening news (y’know…the News at 11 kinda news).
But there are also 15,999,999 colours and hues, no? Why not pick a pretty one, a cool one, a warm one…a bright and shiny “Look at me now!” one…a funky cold “middle finger salute” one? It means choosing to have a tea on the front porch. Take a moment to squish your kids and make them squeal. Find a place to walk along the river…even if only within the confines of your mind.
Days are bound to suck. The depth to which there is suckage solely depends on the depth to which you care to allow it.
If my eyes can see eleventy-billion different colours…it also stands to reason that my brain is clearly capable of processing said same…
…so why do you get “blue” at all?? Why not throw that colour out?
Because people will piss you off today, tomorrow and perchance every day thereafter…when you’re 80 and looking back at the blah and bahumbugs you endured on every “bluesday” of your life…do you think they will care?
Most assuredly, they will not.
There are times when things will be tough, get tough, and hell…maybe even stay tough…but remember the Hues of You…you can accept that there is a blue day…but why not just turn it into a cerulean?
That sounds cool…”cerulean“…
Bring it on, Indigo…Bring. It. ON. 😮
This post was written as part of NHBPM – 30 health posts in 30 days: http://info.wegohealth.com/NHBPM