In the age of social media, it seems almost unfathomable that people still have bad days. It’s definitely not something that makes the cut, or even fits your Instagram theme. So what realistically constitutes a bad day you may ask? Well let me be the one to put the ‘real’ back into ‘reality’ and without the over-dramatization to attract views, tell you what a “bad day” actually looks like. (*queue “Bad Day” by Daniel Powter… I know you’re already singing it in your head anyways!*)
I knew coming into the month of May that it was going to be hectic, what with every single weekend being double booked, both Saturday and Sundays having to wake up, get ready, run out the door to one event, pack another outfit to do a quick change in the car to hop to the next event. Being so busy, that appointments, groceries and going to buy gifts for said events had to be done before or after work, but all I kept telling myself is to suck it up because I had booked a vacation week from work at the end of the month. So finally, after the last HOORAH! last weekend, I felt a sense of calmness knowing I had a week off to go at my own speed. Monday I got up, got dressed, went to do groceries… but it was raining and I was by myself (which I love doing groceries, but hate doing them alone, there’s no logic in trying to weave your cart in and out of aisles while checking if you’re getting everything on your list, but SHIT you forgot to get your jam in aisle 8 and CRAP they don’t have that at this store, I have to go to another and do this all over again and…. SORRY TANGENT!!). So after that adventure, I tried staying positive regardless of how annoyed I felt, because HEY!, I was on vacation!
Then Tuesday happened. I had my acupuncture appointment first thing in the morning, so I felt refreshed and ready for the day but I had a sneaky feeling that there was bad juju looming. I went to the mall, found a spot close to the door… good right? I go in to look for a gift for my husband’s birthday, walk around, in and out of stores, get a coffee, and part of it spills on me, no big deal because it wasn’t that noticeable so I thought that was it for my poor luck… but it was just starting. I finally get his gift, walk out to my car, and someone HIT MY CAR and left a note stating “I hit your car as I was parking, here’s my father’s number, I’m sorry!“. I get home call my dad, call the police (who were no help) and finally called the number on the note. The man who answered was cooperative and understanding of the situation despite the fact that I had to remind him the next day to send me all of his daughter’s information. After all that stress, calling the insurance today to make sure I was not at fault and would not have to pay any premium, for her to give me excellent service and assure me that the insurance would take care of all of it!
So now that my rant about my shitty day is over, I want to focus on the fact that it was just a bad day, not a bad life and it’s normal to have days like that in order to appreciate the good days. I was genuinely lucky that regardless of what happened to my car, you have to always look for the message or the blessing in any situation in order to move forward and my blessing was that this could have been so much worst. It could have been a hit and run, or someone could have gotten hurt, the insurance could have been horrible and not seen that I definitely was not at fault, but that wasn’t the case, and for that… I feel lucky even for the bad days for the clarity that they can bring back to you.
Everything happens for a reason!
xoxo,
beingbrittney.
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