No one wants them, but everyone has them. Everyone has them, but no one knows what to do with them. (Alright, enough with the dumb riddle, Skeen) I’m talking about having a “bad day”. I’m talking about the kind of day where you fail a test and your pet dies. (My roommate has a pet snail and she is alive and well.) But seriously, what causes some people to have “good days” while others experience the exact same things and they seem to be falling apart? To answer that, let me give you a glimpse into what MY day has been like:
My alarm goes off at 5:00am (that’s right……5!) because I’ve got to go to a Men’s Bible study across town. (http://www.mensfraternity.com) it’s a really good study for those of you who’ve never heard of it. Check out the website and tell your youth pastor about it. Anyway, I’m all groggy and head over to the sink. Out of my level-headed thinking, I decide my hair is a bit too long and decide to cut it. I grab a pair of scissors and begin snipping. It wasn’t long before I came to my senses, but it was too late. “Oh, gosh! What did I just do!?” Upon further inspection, I realized I have this huge 3 inch streak of short hair RIGHT up the middle of my head. I try to not let that get me too upset and head off to the Bible study. When we get back, there is a mountain of e-mails to sort through. (Today’s mountain = 28). After that, I head off to class, Marketing Research. Basically what we’re doing in there right now is working on a survey for a local cable company, tabulating the results and presenting it to the City Council here in town. Remember, my hair is still messed up through all this. I’m not talking “messed up” like when you put the wrong color icing on a sweet, warm cookie. I’m talking about the kind of “messed up” you think of when you see an innocent puppy drowning in your own back yard. Needless to say, class was tough because we were debating over a trivial detail of our project. Afterwards, my girlfriend and I head off to lunch (yes, guys it IS possible at LETU). And as a side note to the fellas out there: girls really ARE different than we are! Their thought pattern is (pretty much) nothing like ours; their emotions are like 200 times more influential than ours and what is vital to us may not mean a thing to them. Just remember, the art of listening will never let you down. Seriously, I can not tell you how many times I’ve tried to “fix” something and all she wanted was just to share her emotions with me. The only thing she wanted, the only thing that helped HER was me listening. Anyway, seeing as this blog is not about dating, we’ll get back to that later. Later this afternoon, I got my hair cut (waaaay too short), but at least it looks a little better. When I got back, I grab a few guys from the floor and we play Super Smash Brothers: Brawl. For those of you who are not nerds, Smash is video game where you make Nintendo characters fight. I’m a senior and therefore should own at everything. I don’t know what it is about me today, but I got stomped! Now I’m good and all, but something was up today and for like 8 games straight I couldn’t get a hit in. Needless to say, I got a little upset because this freshman kid is kill’n me! And it is this point I bring us back to my question: What makes some people have “bad days”? The only thing I see as the difference between a good day and a bad day is our perspective. Sure, I could get all upset about losing at Smash; I could be embarrassed about my haircut; I could be annoyed at my boss for screwing up my monitor with the new magnets he got; I could even be livid about the hail damage last Friday to my beautiful, blue ’91 Chevy with 86,000 miles on it. But through it all, I still have so much to be thankful for. I’m healthy; my truck still runs and above anything else I have a God who has an incredible love for me. Often when I begin to get discouraged about some detail of my life or I am uncertain about the future, the only thing that picks me up is reminding myself of what is true. Going back to God’s Word and finding other people who went through ridiculously tough times doesn’t change my situation, but it does help change my attitude. Think about Joseph who was betrayed by his brothers, left to die, sold as a slave and thrown in jail for doing what was right. Never do we hear anything about him complaining. Of course, that’s not to say that he never got upset or anything. I’m not trying to preach or anything, I just want to share a little something I’ve learned about living. Below are some pictures I’ve taken that remind me of the importance of perspective.